Discover the hilarious yet controversial story of a man who’s paying the price for being an excessively handsome, drop-dead gorgeous man, navigating through charm, chaos, and consequences at the workplace.
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The Curse of Being an Excessively Handsome, Drop-Dead Gorgeous Man
I never thought being excessively handsome, drop-dead gorgeous would become a problem in my life. My angular jawline, cleft chin, and dimples on both sides of my face are a gift—or so I thought. My soft, wavy hair and a John Abraham-styled smirk seemed like a winning combination. Every time I wanted something from a woman, all I had to do was flash my dimples, and she was instantly captivated by my charm.
It started as harmless fun, a series of casual flings. But being excessively handsome, drop-dead gorgeous has its downsides. My workplace became my playground, and I soon had a “body count” of 27. Out of those, 22 were women I worked with daily. They never suspected that I wasn’t exclusively theirs, as I made each of them promise to keep our “relationship” a secret.
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The Strain of Being Excessively Handsome, Drop-Dead Gorgeous
At first, it was thrilling, but soon my charm turned into a burden. All my girlfriends started demanding more time, attention, and effort. Their texts piled up faster than my work emails, and I found myself overwhelmed. Being excessively handsome, drop-dead gorgeous was becoming a full-time job!
Thankfully, my female boss was sympathetic. After a weekend at her apartment, she started allowing me to take frequent leaves, show up late, and leave early. However, this arrangement came at a cost, adding another layer of complexity to my already tangled web.
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Financial Woes of Being Excessively Handsome, Drop-Dead Gorgeous
What nobody tells you about being excessively handsome, drop-dead gorgeous is how expensive it gets. Dates, gifts, and outings drained my paycheck by the 5th of every month. Desperate for relief, I convinced the finance head to cover my grocery bills. But I knew this was not sustainable.
The only person who knows about my escapades is the HR manager. While she’s deeply in love with me, I live in constant fear that one day she might let the truth slip. And honestly, I’m terrified. I’m only 5’1″, and these women are strong enough to teach me a painful lesson if they ever find out.
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The Mystery of the Numbers
One thing keeps puzzling me: why does my diary say I’ve slept with 27 people in the office, yet the count from the email signatures is 22? Could there have been mistakes in my calculations, or am I missing something? The mathematics of being excessively handsome, drop-dead gorgeous remains a mystery.
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What Should I Do?
Being excessively handsome, drop-dead gorgeous has brought me joy, complications, and plenty of chaos. But now, I find myself at a crossroads. How long can I keep up this charade? How do I untangle myself from the web I’ve created without facing disaster?
If you were in my shoes, what would you do? Let me know—I need help before my secret life unravels completely.
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