VRTGO
LLTB Chaser
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Before I start, about a year ago all my knowledge of looksmaxxing consisted of was dunking face in ice water.
I was a walking chud (barely 6 foot), I ate slop all day every day, didn't work out, and DEMANDED a htb/stacylite girlfriend. Who would have guessed, I never got one. I would end up settling on ltb's and never got anything above hmtb's but would always get too attached. To no suprise, I never got a relationship out of any of these foids. I ended up discovering looksmaxxing and started to bonesmash, use serums on skin, shaved my pube-stache, and eventually started pinning CJC and Ipamorelin. I just finished my pen of cjc + ipa last night and have since gotten to 185cm barefoot, 8.2% bf (I was roughly 13% prior), and have gotten into a good schedule of going to the gym daily.
Since gaining hollow cheeks, good abs, closing the gap tooth I had, and gaining muscle on my twiggy arms, I met an lltb through a close friend. We started talking and messaging and hit it off straight away. I end up finding out the first time her, my friend and I hang out that she's still fucking her ex for vapes and cigarettes. He is two years older than us and has his driver's license. He doesn't come close to me, 6'2 (with shoes) vs 5'8 (with shoes), low bf% vs arab bf%, racepill, my blue eyes over his dirty terrorist eyes, and overall higher appeal. Only thing he would beat me on is frame (if u know arabs they look 10 years older than they actually are). She ends up trying to cuck me by inviting me out one afternoon with her and him and that I would leave after a couple of hours so that they could "have their fun"
Old foid me would have taken this opportunity in a heartbeat, the chance to hang out with someone that I wanted to pursue, but since changing my way of life, I wasn't gonna take that and (like a sad little whore) made up a shit excuse as to why I couldn't hang.
During this time I was struggling with an addiction to weed and developed minor schizophrenia, so my memory is kind of scuffed. From what I can remember, this is what made me ghost her for the next month. After about a month, my friend got way too geeked and she began to get concerned about him. Knowing that I was very close to him, she messaged me, and I explained that I had told him to sleep the high off.
After a bit of snapping back and forth, I had tried dexies (ADHD medication) and loved the hit of dopamine as well as how it affected my severely autistic brain. I knew she was also a user, so I asked if she would want to chill and sniff some amphetamines. She said she wanted to, so we hung out completely by ourselves for the first time. It was pretty fun, I can barely remember it, but I remember we went jumped a fence to get to a secluded beach which was coveted by a cliffside which wrapped around 180 degrees. The water was shallow and the beach was rocky, with an amazing view of the ocean. I ended up loving the dopamine and oxytocin spike so much that we made plans to drink at that same beach a week later, which just so happened to be on my birthday. I brought a bottle of chocolate liqueur I got in Belgium on holidays, and she brought some beers that I hadn't tried that she loved.
We sit down on the rocks and start drinking. In my mind I was plotting on kissing her before we drank so that it would 'mean more' but she brought up her ex and that completely put me off. We polish off the beer and start taking swigs from the bottle, and I end up inviting my friend and his gf down so that I wouldn't be forced to continue conversation and could just sit and be autistic whilst they all conversed. My friend and his girl start making out and they try to get us to, I could tell she wanted to but for me I just wanted to get home and be alone. I wanted to display my absolute 0 intent to kiss her by rapidly shaking my head while she's turned. We all end up splitting up and leaving, and we go onto the main beach so that she can smoke and after that we hop on a bus to the park to chill there. By now I've started to supress my dislike toward her and we were laughing while throwing rocks at our friends. Before we get on the bus she says she doesn’t feel comfortable with me or something like that, so I ask why, and she says she’ll tell me when we get to the park and have a swig each. Eventually we get there, have our swigs, and she tells me how she doesn’t know what I want and that she doesn’t want to have to bounce between me and her ex (this has happened to me before, I’m experienced). I can tell what she was trying to say was that she wants something with me but is too connected to her ex. I find this funny as the most we had done was hug a couple times. She begs me to say something, and I talk about how I’ve been in a similar situation previously, how I’ve been a healthier person since I stopped jestermaxxing for Snapchat sluts, and how I’ve been thinking of where we would stand in the next couple of months (if we would work out). She responds with something basic, and says she feels so much more comfortable around me now.
In my mind I’m thinking ‘wow, we’ve known each other for a little over a month and she’s already comparing me to her ex whom she dated for a year, lost her virginity with, and was friends with for 3 years prior to them dating, we are so in’. I pull her in for a cuddle kinda position, and suggest that we go back to the beach for the sunset. Also at some point here we discuss 3somes somehow? I suggest me, her and another female as a light joke but not a joke and she is interested, I’ll let you guys know how that goes.
We walk back to the beach and talk the whole time, the conversation was essentially just small talk. We eventually get back to the beach, finish off the bottle, and start skipping rocks while playing music. Some kids come and start screaming out for me to just kiss her (ruined my momentum) and we end up just talking about music. Shes got some niche taste, Genius from FIFA 19 and Worms from fc24. Peak music guys. We end up settling on Can’t Say by Tracy Daddy and Don Toliver, and after a little bit of silence, she sighs. I bring her onto my chest. We’re laying down at the beach while the sun sets, and after about 30 seconds of this, my test kicks in. I pull her chin up to look at me, and we make out a little bit. Afterwards she tells me how she has only kissed 3 guys before, her ex, my friend, and now me.
Straying a bit, yes, my friend and I share our women. I’m joking, that is mad cuck behaviour, never let ur boy do shit with someone you’ve had something with. Especially if you and the girl are still friends.
We talk a little bit more, and the sun has set. She says that we should go back to the park and goes to stand up. We end up making out again. Then we finally stand up and get to the park.
My shit is more solid than a brick. It genuinely feels like I have a part of a brick between my legs with all the T pumping through my body.
We get to the park and lay down on the grass and look at the stars while we figure out how we’re both getting home. I think we just ended up talking and eventually walk to where she’s meeting her mum. We hug goodbye and both get home safe. Apart from some jesters who had just gotten their license in a shitbox car screaming at me and being incel jesters.
We end up planning to hang out again on the following Monday, and after a long weekend of waiting, it finally comes.
I'll edit this when im fucked to i have a theory I wanna publish.
I was a walking chud (barely 6 foot), I ate slop all day every day, didn't work out, and DEMANDED a htb/stacylite girlfriend. Who would have guessed, I never got one. I would end up settling on ltb's and never got anything above hmtb's but would always get too attached. To no suprise, I never got a relationship out of any of these foids. I ended up discovering looksmaxxing and started to bonesmash, use serums on skin, shaved my pube-stache, and eventually started pinning CJC and Ipamorelin. I just finished my pen of cjc + ipa last night and have since gotten to 185cm barefoot, 8.2% bf (I was roughly 13% prior), and have gotten into a good schedule of going to the gym daily.
Since gaining hollow cheeks, good abs, closing the gap tooth I had, and gaining muscle on my twiggy arms, I met an lltb through a close friend. We started talking and messaging and hit it off straight away. I end up finding out the first time her, my friend and I hang out that she's still fucking her ex for vapes and cigarettes. He is two years older than us and has his driver's license. He doesn't come close to me, 6'2 (with shoes) vs 5'8 (with shoes), low bf% vs arab bf%, racepill, my blue eyes over his dirty terrorist eyes, and overall higher appeal. Only thing he would beat me on is frame (if u know arabs they look 10 years older than they actually are). She ends up trying to cuck me by inviting me out one afternoon with her and him and that I would leave after a couple of hours so that they could "have their fun"
Old foid me would have taken this opportunity in a heartbeat, the chance to hang out with someone that I wanted to pursue, but since changing my way of life, I wasn't gonna take that and (like a sad little whore) made up a shit excuse as to why I couldn't hang.
During this time I was struggling with an addiction to weed and developed minor schizophrenia, so my memory is kind of scuffed. From what I can remember, this is what made me ghost her for the next month. After about a month, my friend got way too geeked and she began to get concerned about him. Knowing that I was very close to him, she messaged me, and I explained that I had told him to sleep the high off.
After a bit of snapping back and forth, I had tried dexies (ADHD medication) and loved the hit of dopamine as well as how it affected my severely autistic brain. I knew she was also a user, so I asked if she would want to chill and sniff some amphetamines. She said she wanted to, so we hung out completely by ourselves for the first time. It was pretty fun, I can barely remember it, but I remember we went jumped a fence to get to a secluded beach which was coveted by a cliffside which wrapped around 180 degrees. The water was shallow and the beach was rocky, with an amazing view of the ocean. I ended up loving the dopamine and oxytocin spike so much that we made plans to drink at that same beach a week later, which just so happened to be on my birthday. I brought a bottle of chocolate liqueur I got in Belgium on holidays, and she brought some beers that I hadn't tried that she loved.
We sit down on the rocks and start drinking. In my mind I was plotting on kissing her before we drank so that it would 'mean more' but she brought up her ex and that completely put me off. We polish off the beer and start taking swigs from the bottle, and I end up inviting my friend and his gf down so that I wouldn't be forced to continue conversation and could just sit and be autistic whilst they all conversed. My friend and his girl start making out and they try to get us to, I could tell she wanted to but for me I just wanted to get home and be alone. I wanted to display my absolute 0 intent to kiss her by rapidly shaking my head while she's turned. We all end up splitting up and leaving, and we go onto the main beach so that she can smoke and after that we hop on a bus to the park to chill there. By now I've started to supress my dislike toward her and we were laughing while throwing rocks at our friends. Before we get on the bus she says she doesn’t feel comfortable with me or something like that, so I ask why, and she says she’ll tell me when we get to the park and have a swig each. Eventually we get there, have our swigs, and she tells me how she doesn’t know what I want and that she doesn’t want to have to bounce between me and her ex (this has happened to me before, I’m experienced). I can tell what she was trying to say was that she wants something with me but is too connected to her ex. I find this funny as the most we had done was hug a couple times. She begs me to say something, and I talk about how I’ve been in a similar situation previously, how I’ve been a healthier person since I stopped jestermaxxing for Snapchat sluts, and how I’ve been thinking of where we would stand in the next couple of months (if we would work out). She responds with something basic, and says she feels so much more comfortable around me now.
In my mind I’m thinking ‘wow, we’ve known each other for a little over a month and she’s already comparing me to her ex whom she dated for a year, lost her virginity with, and was friends with for 3 years prior to them dating, we are so in’. I pull her in for a cuddle kinda position, and suggest that we go back to the beach for the sunset. Also at some point here we discuss 3somes somehow? I suggest me, her and another female as a light joke but not a joke and she is interested, I’ll let you guys know how that goes.
We walk back to the beach and talk the whole time, the conversation was essentially just small talk. We eventually get back to the beach, finish off the bottle, and start skipping rocks while playing music. Some kids come and start screaming out for me to just kiss her (ruined my momentum) and we end up just talking about music. Shes got some niche taste, Genius from FIFA 19 and Worms from fc24. Peak music guys. We end up settling on Can’t Say by Tracy Daddy and Don Toliver, and after a little bit of silence, she sighs. I bring her onto my chest. We’re laying down at the beach while the sun sets, and after about 30 seconds of this, my test kicks in. I pull her chin up to look at me, and we make out a little bit. Afterwards she tells me how she has only kissed 3 guys before, her ex, my friend, and now me.
Straying a bit, yes, my friend and I share our women. I’m joking, that is mad cuck behaviour, never let ur boy do shit with someone you’ve had something with. Especially if you and the girl are still friends.
We talk a little bit more, and the sun has set. She says that we should go back to the park and goes to stand up. We end up making out again. Then we finally stand up and get to the park.
My shit is more solid than a brick. It genuinely feels like I have a part of a brick between my legs with all the T pumping through my body.
We get to the park and lay down on the grass and look at the stars while we figure out how we’re both getting home. I think we just ended up talking and eventually walk to where she’s meeting her mum. We hug goodbye and both get home safe. Apart from some jesters who had just gotten their license in a shitbox car screaming at me and being incel jesters.
We end up planning to hang out again on the following Monday, and after a long weekend of waiting, it finally comes.
I'll edit this when im fucked to i have a theory I wanna publish.
