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chat began on the PC, I
invited her to a restaurant. When she asked why, I simply said, "To
celebrate your birthday."
    "Jimmy, my birthday passed months ago."
    "Well, it's not my fault I didn't know. I
have to give you my birthday present as soon as possible. Going out
to eat is your birthday present."
    "No. You don't have to do that."
    "What? Are you saying I'm not worthy enough
to give you a present? Miss Queen of Spain, your royal highness." I
feigned outrage.
    "No, wait...no, no, no. Hold on one sec." She
answered nervously and apologetically. Her face showed concern.
    "Yes, you should be sorry... but I...forgive
you...if you let me give you a present, damn it."
    "Okay, okay...oh my god, you crazy
sometimes..." she gave me a jokingly suspicious stare.
    "I hate driving, too. As you may remember, I
waited for my father to pick me up after classes?" It was about me
admitting my faults, but preserving my self-confidence. Women like
that crap in a man. It pained me to act the way society
expects.
    "Wow, you still don't drive." Her facial
expression showed disappointment.
    "Nope." My stance was firm. I showed no
weakness at her disappointment. I sat up straight looking into the
camera of my monitor with poise and pride.
    "Fine. You are going to pay the whole bill at
the restaurant. Right?"
    "Of course. It's your birthday, Sara."
    "Okay. Text me where to pick you up
tomorrow."
    "Sure, I will Sara."
    Sara's brown eyes captivate me as well as
other things. Despite my complaints of superficiality in society, I
am also a little superficial. Not only are her brown eyes
enchanting, but also her smile and her long black hair to the
waist. Everything else about her is not important to me. The fact
that she is one inch taller than me, has radiant light-tan skin,
has a straight body type with healthy body mass, and has well
formed thighs are irrelevant to me. The important thing is that she
is a college graduate like me.
    Few hours are left before I see her as I
prepare for my first date. I bathe to make sure that I still smell
clean when we meet at the restaurant. As I finish cleaning and
getting out of the bathtub, I look in the mirror. My beard is
already showing and has become a curse for me because it grows too
quickly. It makes me look older. I put shaving spray on my face.
When I shave off the beard, I do look much pleasing to the eye and
younger. My head hair is all over the place when I get out of the
shower. After I comb my hair and add gel to it, I manage my black
hair into a Princeton hairstyle.
    In my teenage years, I had a very low
self-esteem. I looked in the mirror with hesitation. I saw myself
as the ugly and the most despicable thing alive. I saw my forehead
as too big for my face. To address this perceived problem, I combed
my hair down, covering half of my forehead. My parents claimed and
swore I was beautiful, but I never believed them. The only thing I
liked about myself was my body, but that is always covered with
clothing.
    Now, older and wiser, I look back at old
pictures of myself to see a very good-looking teenager. The only
problem I had back then was acne. Everyone has that problem when
they are young. Truth be told, I was better looking before than
now. I did not wear glasses either at that time. I still maintain
the same hairstyle since my teenage years. Unlike before when I was
young, I now expose my forehead with pride.
    What a difference does having a high
self-esteem makes in terms of how I view myself physically today. I
don't know why I judged myself like that. To this very day, I still
struggle maintaining a high self-esteem. I don't work out at all.
My body is normal looking with a small belly. My thighs, legs, and
butt are my greatest assets. That has never changed for me.
    My face got wider since my younger days, but
it is not because of the weight gain. I gained about 15 pounds of
weight since I first entered high school. My face got wider after
the weight gain. It used to be oval-shaped. Now, it