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�I just don�t think you�re my type, Stu.�
Stuart frowned as he listened to the tinny words. �I understand, well I�ll see you at school on Monday.�
�Whatever, bye Stuart.�
There was silence, and then a jarring dial tone. Stuart grimaced as he listened to the blaring tone. With his eyes shut, he hung up the phone. A quick glance at the blinking alarm clock revealed it to be close to bedtime. Shrugging his shoulders, he headed to the bathroom.
All throughout high school, Stuart had been dateless. Unlike most of his friends, he had never gotten laid. He never felt up one of the schoolgirls. He�s never even been kissed by a girl. It wasn�t that he was unpopular or unattractive either. He had plenty of friends and was a valued goalie on the school�s soccer team. No, his problem was with his confidence. Around women, he would choke up. He�d stutter and invariably excuse himself after thoroughly embarrassing himself. Stuart was just a klutz around women.
Stuart gazed into the mirror, �Eighteen already and you�ve yet to get any. You need to shape up, kid.� He stuck his tongue out at his reflection. Wet hands slicked back his blonde hair. �And that phone call was probably your last chance too, there�s only one prom and you don�t have a date.�
In the reflection, Stuart noticed his collection of comic art that lined the bathroom walls. He turned to give each of them their nightly once-over. Most of them featured some sort of buxom, scantily clad woman of some kind. Some of them were barbarian princess, some of them were super heroes. One of them was even a pert Asian beauty in a nurse�s uniform. Stu smiled at each of his ladies in turn, pulled down his boxers, and plopped onto the toilet.
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