"I just don't like you, you don't attract me, I'm sorry" she said bluntly, and my heart was torn to pieces at that very instant. I wanted to think she didn't mean it, but this wasn't some "hard to get" game that she was playing, she meant every syllable of it, she said it as someone who is just trying to spare me from the heartache of pursuing an unreciprocated love. The way she carefully tried not to hurt my feelings while saying it, just made it all hurt me even more.
We had been coworkers at a fast food restaurant for about 5 months. It all started with innocent exchanges of glances. Some small talk, she would laugh at my jokes and I would laugh at hers. We would occasionally touch each other's arms while working side by side.
"I was just extremely lonely and fell in love with the only attractive, charismatic female that I had the opportunity to be around" I told my friend Nikolay. I thought the same would have happened with anyone who was minimally good looking, approachable, pleasant to hang out with.
By the time we had been working together for a year, there had been other women, that came and went. Better looking gals, more accessible, some demonstrated genuine interest in me, but I was already completely obsessed with Juliet and didn't have eyes for anyone else. It was love, real love. I knew it and she knew it too.
She was always very clear about the fact that she did not feel the same way about me. I asked her out a few times and she agreed to give me her company. We had been to the movies, restaurants, the same typical dating ideas most poor men like me come up with.
"You rushed things and you scared her away" my confidant friend Nikolay concluded after patiently listening to me cry and whine about the whole ordeal. He was right, I should have waited longer before telling her I loved her, before saying to her face that I would like to marry her.
I feel stupid and vulnerable for pouring my heart out to a woman like that and being kindly rejected. It is all too late now, I have no choice but to accept it, no choice but to stop chasing her, because persistence would cross the line into harassment or stalking and I'm not like that. I can't hope to win her over anymore after she stated that she doesn't like me, after she told me she is no longer interested in going out with me. This is not the 19th century and I just have to take her word for it, despite any supposed mixed signals that I might think she is sending out. I just have to let it go.
"Maybe there's an alternative" I thought to myself after dreaming about her one night. All I could think about every day was how much I loved Juliet. I wanted nothing more than just to be with her, take care of her in a traditional relationship, husband and wife, perhaps a family. How to overcome the barrier of her not wanting or desiring me? the solution was simple, I needed 1 billion dollars, because then she would have no choice but to accept a direct marriage proposal, then SHE would be the one chasing me.
The answer to all my problems came after I stumbled upon a weird, random Facebook ad titled "Pure Choice". The ad explained how winning the lottery is not a matter of luck, but a matter of choice. All you had to do was dig deep enough and find the way to contact a demon that would allow you to become a serial lottery winner. The alleged name of that demon was "Shabalot".
This is my story, the story of how I traded my soul for the hand of the Woman I love.
Internet Historical Database, a look into the past, Year 3030