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Try imagining it, I'm on a first date with a gorgeous girl I matched on Tinder, everything in date goes extremely well. We have many things in common and our sense of humor is similar, however I did a huge mistake of telling her that I play Dota 2 and I'm Immortal rank.
Wherever I go my Immortal rank follows me like a curse. Man, woman, everyone; if they learn about my dota skills and huge hero pool they immediately think of me as a boost machine.
Sometimes girls invite me to their home, I think we're going to have sex but no, she points the computer and tells me: "Play a quick ranked game, I just want to watch you play."
"Is that all I am? Ten quick fingers, two sharp eyes..."
All I want is true love.