Recently, I had lunch at Yoshinoya, the place I like to go.
Next to my table sat a couple of lovers, and they did one thing making my attention divert to them. A piece of paper accidentally slipped off the hand of the girl, but none of them picked up the paper. They went on eating, as if nothing had happened. In my eyes, it is nothing different from littering. If I had been the man, I would have demand the girl to pick up the paper herself. I would never be a man of thoughtfulness at this time, and I would not help the girl do what she should do herself. This kind of girl leaves a really bad impression on me. If this kind of event occurs to me, I would never ask this kind of girl out next time. That’s why I am by far unpopular with beauties, and this is who I am.