College is Incel Hell
Any fellow incels in college or university?
For Normie’s and Chads, college is paradise. They go to parties and fuck slutty college whores on the daily.
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If you went to parties only to try to pick up "drunk sluts", of course they are going to think you're creepy.
Have you ever seen women as equal human being, as friends? Or are all of them "slutty whores", "skimpy Stacy's", "drunk sluts"?
"Anyway, after about 2 weeks of trying to make 'friends', they all agreed I was a 'creep' and avoided me."
Annnnnd there's your problem. Well, one of many.
Assuming his little sob story is factual, he must really suck for the drunken sorority girls to run screaming. It's almost a shame that he'll never figure out the problem is not his face, it's his atrocious personality. But, at least we'll continue to get hilarious quotes from him.
By "you're fucked", you of course mean "you're NOT fucked". Go figure.
I have a radical idea. Why don't you go to class and learn something instead of trying to get laid. After all, you can probably expect to have another half-century of post-college life. Has it never occurred to you that an educated person with a decent job is going to have a better quality of life than some loser without a cent? Has it never occurred to you that women are far more likely to avoid a dropout with no prospects? Don't panic: that's not a matter of a woman chasing after money, that's more like a woman seeking dignity and respectability, for which a little money certainly helps.
Yeah hey, you know how when a sleazy car salesman walks up to you with a fake smile and practiced lines and constantly lies to your face like you couldn't possibly have two brain cells to rub together and know the piece of shit third hand junker he's trying to sell you isn't in fact a piece of shit and all you want to do is punch that asshole in the face but you try to keep a hold of your tact because you'd really rather not have to deal with more trouble than you really absolutely have to?
Well you're the lying salesman in this analogy and everybody knows you're out to screw them to get yourself ahead.
It isn't that the car simply looks like a piece of shit, a coat of polish won't fix a DeLorean's notorious unreliability and they look cool as hell to start with. It isn't really even that the car he's selling is a piece of shit because if he rolled out a much better vehicle that plastic shit eating grin and tendency to insult everyone's intelligence isn't really going to make him - or you - any more bearable and even a shiny new Ferrari is going to seem a little less appealing when he tries to sell it. You already know what he's about, you know he's trying to screw you, you know he thinks you're an idiot, you know he'll say whatever it takes to get what he wants and that he's trying to take you for a sucker. You already know you can't trust anything he says about that car and you'll doubt it's any good even if you check it out yourself because he's the one selling it. That's why "looksmaxxing' doesn't work, that's why hitting the gym won't help, that's why no amount of "strategy" is going to pay off and in all likelihood would just dig you deeper. It isn't because your DNA is substandard, women don't have election microscopes for eyes and they're not eugenics obsessed commodities selling themselves to the master race, it's because underneath that presentation you're still the same collection of flaws that will severely impact anyone trying to share a life with you and nobody's going to fix that but you. Even if you were genetically perfect with bulging muscles and a degree from Harvard it won't do you a lick of good if you keep acting like that sleazy car salesman. Shit talking people when they walk off the lot is not going to help your case.
Two. Entire. Weeks. Of effort.
Well, that's conclusive. If you can't get to third base trying to be a predator at parties, you're doomed. The women folk must have had a meeting to declare you out of bounds.
Couldn't be that you were sabotaging your whole effort with unrealistic time expectations and obvious lack of interest in any woman as a person.
Been to university, went through it without hooking up with anybody, now alive, well and married. Harden the f up.
Everyday I am surrounded by skimpy Stacy’s running around in tight leggings and booty shorts, but I know that all I will ever be able to do it look. Never touch.
I do that too, but I enjoy the view. Then go home and make love to my wife. The one thing I don't do is creep on them just because they're women.
Anyway, after about 2 weeks of trying to make “friends”, they all agreed I was a “creep” and avoided me. To any incel who’s about to start college, you’re fucked.
Obviously you went about it the totally wrong way. Maybe actually talking to them as people instead of potential sexual conquests might have helped. The thing about women is that if you get the reputation as a creeper, they'll all know it. Or even if you don't have the reputation yet, they can all sense when a guy just wants to get into their pants.
Confused?
So were we! You can find all of this, and more, on Fundies Say the Darndest Things!
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