One night I'm walking past the student center and I see three nerdy fangirls, two of which I recognize from other Japanese classes, and the last one being the only mildly attractive one. They're all fawning over a guy they've surrounded and they're massaging and rubbing and pawing and cuddling him to death.
I stop.
"I remember you two from the other Japanese class."
"Yep."
"Looks like you're having fun."
"You want to join in, don't you. But you can't!"
"uh.. no thanks. I'm good. Bye."
Only if they were hotter and less dorky and chubby would I consider it. Anyway, one of the girls had said that giant robo games like Armored Core sucked. Booo...
Tonight I walked past the same table, and two of the girls and a guy were there, not getting kinky this time. And they stopped me and showed the comic strip they had drawn on a large sheet of art paper. And I was in it.
It showed the girls fawning fangirlishly over the guy, me with glasses (but sans goatee, oddly enough) asking if I could join in. The girls say no and a panel shows me running away crying.
I don't know whether to be honored or afraid for my life. Otaku fangirls scare me.
