You were a food delivery driver, making decent enough money, but craved a better life. You had a friend, a rich, handsome guy who was single who frequently order takeout from you to specifically tip you a massive amount. You had begun to fall for him, so
I thought I could beat a woman at chess, but she put me in my place and reduced me to tears. This is my public apology, and my recognition of my own inferiority. Thank you for making me your chess bitch.
