When most people get rejected, it either ends in an awkward indulgence of shame or a small feat of anger. I’m usually indifferent wherever it goes, however, this is going a bit far. I mean I nearly got blasted into oblivion-, what sort of way to deal with rejection is that! Oh, and did I mention I’m steadily drowning deeper into the ocean? Life is great I know. As my consciousness begins to slip away, I think about the beauty of the situation. Here I was, Nasir the smooth talker and player, dying at the hands of a beautiful woman. One could say it was poetic. I finally close my eyes and the world goes dark.