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Both white and ethnic, if not every race has behaved, treated me and faired well with me. I do not understand why. Some of them look good too but I do not take the bait; I would feel guilt for being a traitor to my race and kind. I remember go to a bar and one of the workers who kept bringing me my drinks always glanced at me whenever she saw me. It was not just her but it was another woman too. One was black and the other an arab of sorts. I remember later when I did go to pay the tab, one striked a talk with me about where I come from considering I am rather alien in the location I was in, even to ethnics. I said I was a Magyar, aka a Hungarian. The other two revealed their birth locations but not their ethnic ones but that was not indeeded to understand the phenotype or race either.
Regardless, the black one noticed my favourite type of drink. The Italian Amaretto. Personally if I had a choice, I would love to drink some Palinka or Rakjia yet when I do not have my favourites; I tend to prefer more sweeter products. Yet the other one, the arab one who did look nice. At least a HTB of sorts; choose to compliment me over my hair. I have long very dense hair, it does suit me I would say. I did compliment her back and both seemed satisfied with the talk. I choose to end it short so I can return to my table with my family so I can continue to converse about politics as usual.
Once we choose to order more drinks. The same short pretty girl arrived once more, yet when she arrived again; I paid the tab since I choose for this moment to be my last order. We spoke a tiny bit more before sparing our goodnights. I do remember the shy smile and even the fact that she nearly tripped over herself once she shared the statement for a good night. How truly interesting mankind is; I believe I have evolved more and more over the years. I was barely even capable of basic and complete restraint or talking a few years ago and now; I am. Composure gentlemen, also remember to be six foot three. That will help a lot.
I remember this happening often in most locations I visit, I would always be greeted by people who seem awfully cheery to communicate and socialise with me; even if I look like some sort of man who does seem to the exact norm. I wear all black, custom tailored leather jacket, black jeans and cheaslea boots, yet even then people do not seem scared. Yet every place I visited. Bar, place of eating or location; I always was able to talk with people just fine. From the elders to the youth. How truly interesting, that humanimalia does not sense what I truly think and see. Maybe I am wrong, maybe I am not; maybe I am both.
Regardless, the black one noticed my favourite type of drink. The Italian Amaretto. Personally if I had a choice, I would love to drink some Palinka or Rakjia yet when I do not have my favourites; I tend to prefer more sweeter products. Yet the other one, the arab one who did look nice. At least a HTB of sorts; choose to compliment me over my hair. I have long very dense hair, it does suit me I would say. I did compliment her back and both seemed satisfied with the talk. I choose to end it short so I can return to my table with my family so I can continue to converse about politics as usual.
Once we choose to order more drinks. The same short pretty girl arrived once more, yet when she arrived again; I paid the tab since I choose for this moment to be my last order. We spoke a tiny bit more before sparing our goodnights. I do remember the shy smile and even the fact that she nearly tripped over herself once she shared the statement for a good night. How truly interesting mankind is; I believe I have evolved more and more over the years. I was barely even capable of basic and complete restraint or talking a few years ago and now; I am. Composure gentlemen, also remember to be six foot three. That will help a lot.
I remember this happening often in most locations I visit, I would always be greeted by people who seem awfully cheery to communicate and socialise with me; even if I look like some sort of man who does seem to the exact norm. I wear all black, custom tailored leather jacket, black jeans and cheaslea boots, yet even then people do not seem scared. Yet every place I visited. Bar, place of eating or location; I always was able to talk with people just fine. From the elders to the youth. How truly interesting, that humanimalia does not sense what I truly think and see. Maybe I am wrong, maybe I am not; maybe I am both.
