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Here's a little story: I was once dating a girl for several years, working at the local cheese factory. Everyday I would come home from work smelling like cheese, but my girlfriend was lactose intolerant. She was revolted by my stench and soon she asked me to sleep on the couch. Needless to say, because I loved her so dearly, I obliged.
It was then a few weeks later and I realized someone else had been eating my stash of cheese and it couldnt be my wife because of her lactose intolerance. Well well well, who do you think was eating my cheese? It was of course her close highschool friend and forever beta cuck, shoulder to cry on, male feminist, soy boy, friend zoned ex boyfriend but I didn't know it yet.
I have severe problems with autism. Actually theyre quite mild but they interfere with my daily life and relationships constantly. Once I feel obsessed with something I have to keep doing it until I literally get sick of it and acquire some kind of aversion to the behavior. Airplanes are this for. For others it's trains, or pokemon, but my autistic obsession is aircraft.
When i first started dating my girl she was amazing. Literally the love of my life. She would gain interest in my interests and I remember she even said to me when I was in the army that she "couldn't wait for me to get home because i could teach her about all the airplanes." It was the most amazing thing ever. This beautiful girl would hold me in her lap while I scrolled through wikipedia explaining to her the details and nuances of various aircraft.
