>You're in kitchen together with her as she makes you breakfast
>She turns around and give you this look
What do you do?
walk up behind her. grab her waist, gently push my pelvis against her butt and put my head on her shoulder, then kiss her passionately as I push my penis into her butt as i keep kissing her, and then tell her shes making breakfast wrong.
then start making other stuff to go with what shes making. cooking for fun in the morning.
Kill myself,cause this will never happen to me.
>hug her from behind
>tilt her head back
>kiss her forehead
>turn her around and kiss her lips
>squeeze her ass before walking away to let her finish breakfast
Everybody knows not to look me in the eyes.
She fucked up.
smack her ass and forcibly cuddle her from behind when she gets all "WHY DID YOU DO THAT", causing her to fade to "Oh anon you're such a jerk- mmmm, I hate...I hate youuuu...s-stop it, I'm trying to cook you stupid asshole..."
>thats why she only fucks other guys and not you
Wow, does this idiot actually this this thread is for real?
It's a .jpg on the internet, it's not a real situation. Dial down the autism there, kiddo - and while you're at it, don't invent weird cuck scenarios involving women you've never met.
>smile awkwardly at her
>stand up but so goofy that i throw throw the chair and most of the stuff off the table
>she looks confused
>i try to pick the stuff up but i only make it worse
>i go to her and try to hug her
>but she just stands there frozen with a disgust look on her face
>give her a few pats on the shoulder and say "hehe" while shaking
>start to cry
>go to the fridge with tears on my face and grab a beer
>try to act cool
>still shaking so drop beer all over me and the floor
>"beer" say while laughing and crying
>leave and never look back
>text her "i'm sorry, i love you"
>she never texts back
>they don't realize comfy cozy time sex is the GOAT sex
Calculations were made in error.
I'd sneak up behind her and hug her and tease her and grab one of the cooking tools she was using and hold it up above her until it's just out of reach and watch her get frustrated with me and then she'd complain that the food is burning and then I give it back to her but not before kissing her and telling her that I love her and then she'd just playfully push me away and call me a loser even though deep down I'd know she's blushing.
Then everything begins to melt off and dissipate and I wake up in bed, anxious, sweating and possibly crying to the sound of rain hitting my window still. I stand up and see myself in the mirror, the bags under my eyes have clearly gotten worse. I check the time and I get scared because I realize I might be late for my warehouse job when I suddenly remember I have today off and I head towards my kitchen empty as usual and I check /ck/ for any breakfast threads and I see that there are none and I begin to prepare some eggs when a recollection of the pleasant dream hits me and I begin to tear up again and I end up deciding to just Skip breakfast altogether.
I hate my life