thecel
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There's a cute girl in one of my classes who's lovely in every way imagineable. Adorable face, sexy body, delightful personality, and amazing hair.
I approached her like a true alpha near the end of class. I approacher her from behind, taking in every facet of her plump buttocks as I made my way to my destination. Just kidding. I wish I were that high-T. I approached her from behind and to the side, and I opened by showing her that my phone seemed to be broken because it won't turn on even after charging. She says her phone won't turn on too! What a coincidence. She holds up her left hand for a high-five. Deperate to feel the touch of a woman, I instantly high-fived her. During the 1 milisecond that our hands touched palm-to-palm, I was filled with utter ecstacy. Just kidding. I'm actually an emotionless mental-health-minned fried-neutrotransmitters-cel incapable of feeling ecstacy. Her hand felt soft to the touch. I said something along the lines of, "Can I feel your hands? They're really soft." She reponded, (pretty close to if not exactly) "No. That's weird." At that moment, I knew it was over for me. If I were Chad, she'd let me sniff her anus right then and there.
But this ain't a typical incel rejection story. There's a gay Asian in the class whom she treats like a GigaChad. Every damn day, my crush and the gay Asian walk out of class together with arms locked as if they're a couple. A few days ago, they laid on the floor beside each other and acted like they're in love. The gay Asian plays with her hair pretty much every day. Today, I saw the girl lay her head down on the gay Asian's lap. The fuck? This dude is the polar opposite of an alpha male. His mannerisms and tone of voice are very effeminate. He's physically unmasculine as well. Yet he gets to experience the life of a TurboChad.
Let's continue the rejection story. After she refused to let me feel her soft and smooth hand, I said approximately, "[The gay Asian guy]'s always touching your hair and shit." And she said that's because he's gay. She asked me, "Are you gay?" I replied, "I'm bisexual." At that time, I thought it's the best answer—I felt that pretending to be gay would make me come off as faggoticiously unmasculine. Alas, "bisexual" didn't work. She didn't let me feel her hands. Now I think I would've had a better chance if I told her I'm gay. Damn. A few seconds later, we started to walk out the classroom, and I finished the convo by telling her again that her hands are soft. Repetitive, but at least it might be considered a complement.
I wonder what's softer: her hands or my jawline. Or maybe my redpilled frame was too soft. Usually, my game is alpha and seduces women with ultimate efficacy (the thread linked below is about a different girl) :
looksmax.org
Sadly, I wasn't quite on top of my game in today's interaction. However, the moral of the story doesn't have anything to do with redpilled pick-up game. It's all about the power of homosexuality. The only reason the effeminate Asian soyboy (who's also a manlet but heightmogs me by half of an Asian cock length) is able to enjoy my crush is his homosexual orientation. If he weren't gay, he'd have an account here.
Some people think that the gaypill is about inceldom being an impossibility for gay men—like "femcels don't exist". But that's not the most brutal part. The real gaypill is that gay guys get to experience the stuff that straight guys wish they could. The female interactions a gay man takes for granted are a straight man's wet dream.
I approached her like a true alpha near the end of class. I approacher her from behind, taking in every facet of her plump buttocks as I made my way to my destination. Just kidding. I wish I were that high-T. I approached her from behind and to the side, and I opened by showing her that my phone seemed to be broken because it won't turn on even after charging. She says her phone won't turn on too! What a coincidence. She holds up her left hand for a high-five. Deperate to feel the touch of a woman, I instantly high-fived her. During the 1 milisecond that our hands touched palm-to-palm, I was filled with utter ecstacy. Just kidding. I'm actually an emotionless mental-health-minned fried-neutrotransmitters-cel incapable of feeling ecstacy. Her hand felt soft to the touch. I said something along the lines of, "Can I feel your hands? They're really soft." She reponded, (pretty close to if not exactly) "No. That's weird." At that moment, I knew it was over for me. If I were Chad, she'd let me sniff her anus right then and there.
But this ain't a typical incel rejection story. There's a gay Asian in the class whom she treats like a GigaChad. Every damn day, my crush and the gay Asian walk out of class together with arms locked as if they're a couple. A few days ago, they laid on the floor beside each other and acted like they're in love. The gay Asian plays with her hair pretty much every day. Today, I saw the girl lay her head down on the gay Asian's lap. The fuck? This dude is the polar opposite of an alpha male. His mannerisms and tone of voice are very effeminate. He's physically unmasculine as well. Yet he gets to experience the life of a TurboChad.
Let's continue the rejection story. After she refused to let me feel her soft and smooth hand, I said approximately, "[The gay Asian guy]'s always touching your hair and shit." And she said that's because he's gay. She asked me, "Are you gay?" I replied, "I'm bisexual." At that time, I thought it's the best answer—I felt that pretending to be gay would make me come off as faggoticiously unmasculine. Alas, "bisexual" didn't work. She didn't let me feel her hands. Now I think I would've had a better chance if I told her I'm gay. Damn. A few seconds later, we started to walk out the classroom, and I finished the convo by telling her again that her hands are soft. Repetitive, but at least it might be considered a complement.
I wonder what's softer: her hands or my jawline. Or maybe my redpilled frame was too soft. Usually, my game is alpha and seduces women with ultimate efficacy (the thread linked below is about a different girl) :
Heightpilled My Crush and Got Left on Delivered
Indication of Interest? @vanillaicecream
looksmax.org
Sadly, I wasn't quite on top of my game in today's interaction. However, the moral of the story doesn't have anything to do with redpilled pick-up game. It's all about the power of homosexuality. The only reason the effeminate Asian soyboy (who's also a manlet but heightmogs me by half of an Asian cock length) is able to enjoy my crush is his homosexual orientation. If he weren't gay, he'd have an account here.
Some people think that the gaypill is about inceldom being an impossibility for gay men—like "femcels don't exist". But that's not the most brutal part. The real gaypill is that gay guys get to experience the stuff that straight guys wish they could. The female interactions a gay man takes for granted are a straight man's wet dream.
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