Every experience I've had with women named Samantha has been increasingly terrifying. The first Samantha I met was in elementary school. She called herself "Sam" she only wore overalls and insisted that her followers bring her daisies every Thursday to wear in her hair. I was fascinated with her to say in the least. I tried to be her friend, and on the day I decided to finally speak to her.. She shut me up with one look, and asked "Aren't you that kid who eats his boogers?" Needless to say, I hid my head in shame and avoided all contact with "Sam". The next Samantha I met was in middle school. I sat behind her in 7th grade English. And every time she got up to share her stories in class, I had a problem staring at her lips. I thought she was the most beautiful girl next to my mom of course. After our teacher assigned us a group assignment and we were put into each other's group. I thought this was finally my shot to actually talk to her. We completed the project, without discussing nothing but the assignment. After we turned it in, I thought maybe I'd ask her to the movies compliments of my moms credit card. I mustered up the courage to ask and before I could say anything she asked me "Sorry, what was your name?" Jesus I can't catch a break. I met another Samantha my senior year of high school. She transferred from one of those big city schools. She had half her head shaved, piercings, tattoos.. Everyone was immediately all over her. Mostly because the girls where I'm from look like farm hands. For some reason she actually reached out to me first. We immediately hit it off. She liked music, movies, art.. She wanted to travel the world. After a couple months, I still hadn't made a move. Then one night she asked me to come over for a surprise, and I thought it was finally time. I got flowers, her favorite movie, and headed over. When she answered the door she was immediately confused. "What's with the flowers" she laughed. I decided before she could get another word in to just kiss her. So I did. And suddenly someone else appeared in the door way. "Oh" she said "I'm Jess, Sammy's girlfriend." Dammit. I'm now 20 years old. And in stumbled across this girl named Sammi. She's hilarious. Sweet. Has ambition. Not to mention gorgeous. Being the adult that I am, I looked her square in the face when she asked me out and said "Sorry, I don't date women name Samantha." She laughed and told me she wasn't asking me out, just needed me to get her car from valet. Women named Samantha are the plague. Run away while you can.
Now Plot twist Most of the Samantha's are the same girl just years after And they just still didnt remember u
Sorry if I offended you Samantha's out there. I really worship the ground you walk on, that's why I never go after girls named Amanda or Sharon or something stupid like that.