My Wife and Her Bull

I, Sam Becker, was a high school student with top grades in my class, athletic, smart, and funny, charming as a lot of people had complimented me. I wanted to become a software engineer, and not the ones that push pencils or keep writing code all day, every day; I wanted to be the one to change this world as we know it.

I wanted to change how humans see the surroundings near us, but a lot of my ambitions were crushed when I came in my 1st year, where I started internships. I got passed on by major companies because I was too feminine, eccentric, and someone who could not conduct even eye contact with my recruiters. It really pained me, but I had a solace, and her name was Alya.

I met Alya when I was in my first year, and ever since then, I have asked her out several times, and while she is not interested in me, I keep coming back to her. It might be because she is drop-dead gorgeous—like, black silky hair, eyelashes that will make a girl shy, lips that are so juicy you want to just kiss them passionately, and an ass that you want to grab without thinking a second time. Alya was a girl who I am sure gets several proposals each and every single day, and while I have dated several women who I think might compare to Alya, I am seldom disappointed.

After asking her 3 times, I got to know that she has her eyes on a girl named Bixxy. Bixxy was a year older than both Alya and me, and while I loved Alya and usually agreed with her on decisions involving people, I just have a bad feeling about Bixxy. I just cannot put my finger on why this is the case, but I still stayed away from Bixxy.