Part-Time Chad
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That's right! I want to be born with every genetic advantage conceivable!!
For starters, I want to grow to be 6'4" tall, and have big, thick, broad bones. My dick will be seven inches long, with lots of girth. That'll be plenty, without it being freaky and causing inconvenience.
I also want long arms and legs, which will make me look lithe and limber, in addition to coming in handy when fighting my enemies. Oh, and don't forget big hands too, so I can embrace Stacies and make them feel safe.
I want a gigantic frame, broad shoulders and a naturally lean physique. And lots of muscle mass, please. I want to appear as though I constantly work out, even when I spend months on end at leisure and exercise nothing but my jaws at Michelin-rated restaurants. One look at me, and thugs everywhere will cower in fear!
Also, make sure that I'm hyper-neurotypical, and naturally smooth and charismatic, with nary a hint of "anxiety" or "Asperger's". I want to be the type of guy who can work a room, like a pro, charming the ladies and being respected by the men. It won't hurt if I'm envied too.
Needless to say, I want to be a gigachad, with a perennially chiseled face. No bloating, please, no matter what I eat! Whomever designs me prior to conception, make sure you don't forget this!!
I'll also take an order of brown hair, with subtle highlights, and blue or light green eyes-- the kind of eyes that people lust over.
Make me smart, but not too smart (like an autist). An I.Q. in the range of 125-135 will do me nicely, thank you.
No predispositions for diseases or disorders of any kind. And no annoying "allergies" or "intolerances" to anything. I'm bulletproof. Remember that. And, kindly ensure that I have good genes for aging gracefully, too. I want to enjoy a long, youthful life.
I want to be born brave, able to face anything. Nothing will be able to shake me. I will have acute instincts and superior performance, whenever a challenge or crisis comes up. I'll be sharp-witted too, and will always have the perfect answer in any occasion, so I'll have optimal physical and verbal skills.
Lastly--do I need to mention this?-- I will be a slayer, and will have a large social circle. I will be loved, admired and respected everywhere I go. I will receive constant invitations to parties, trips and social gatherings, so many, in fact, that I can't handle them all and am forced to turn down some.
Now that the essentials are out of the way, let's move on to my materialistic wishes. Ready? Hang on.
This will be my humble abode, a sprawling 7000+ square-foot modern mansion, perched on a precipice, overlooking the city. It resembles a villain's hideout, with its sleek, bunker-like appearance. I love it:
When I wake up in the morning, I want to be greeted by these spectacular panoramic views from my balcony:
....... And take a dip in my in-ground pool, before showering and kicking off my day of fun and leisure (you didn't actually think I worked, did you?):
I will own two vehicles, a luxurious Mercedes-Benz S550 sedan for everyday driving (Rolls Royce is too ostentatious):
...... and a beautiful Jeep Grand Wagoneer L for utility and long-distance trips with my girl, or with friends:
What the heck, let's throw in a hot Italian motorcycle too, for some adrenaline:
Speaking of girls, did I mention that I will be slaying regularly, with little to no effort? That's right, dammit! No need for "game" or other such nonsense. And no need for "surgery", either, as I will already be perfect. I will bring out women's inner slut (you don't have to dig too deep when you're a gigachad), and they will make it easy for me to fuck them. The fact that they get to spend time with me and partake in my fabulous lifestyle will be just a bonus for them. Oh, and despite these chicks being some of the hottest on earth, I will be treated like the prize. I will have them at my beck and call, wrapped around my finger. I'll have such a steady supply of pussy that I'll be gorging myself with it. It'll be so abundant that I'll have to actually turn down the Beckies and even the lower-tier Stacies.
I'll always be traveling to exotic, far-flung destinations around the world, either by myself, with girls, or with friends, and flying first class on some of the best airlines. Cost is no object:
I'll be staying at some of the fanciest hotel suites and visiting the most ethereal places on earth:
I'll hit up the world's best premium all-you-can eat buffets. There's just something seductive about being able to directly pig out on unlimited quantities of high-quality food, without a waiter acting as a middleman:
On my solo trips to Asia, I would occasionally hit up the high end strip clubs and barfine a bunch of the hottest women for an all-night orgie. Again, cost is no object, but the difference will be that these girls would actually enjoy having sex with me (I'm a gigachad, remember?):
As a counterbalance to all the hedonistic sex, I would sometimes have a 'girlfriend experience' with someone I'm particularly fond of:
My life would be a perpetual adventure. One week I may be on a safari in Tanzania, or scaling Mt. Aconcagua in Argentina, or parasailing in Brazil. Another week, I may be deep-sea diving in Belize, or skiing in Zermatt, Switzerland, or taking it easy and shopping in Monaco with my lady. My lifestyle would mog even the vast majority of women's.
When I'd finally fly back home to my mansion on the hill for some rest and recreation, I would call a professional masseuse to visit my home and loosen up my muscles for a couple of hours.
After feeling renewed, I'd relax by myself on my balcony, sipping Cognac and puffing on a Cuban cigar. I'd gaze down at the street, hundreds of feet below me, where cars are scrambling to get to work, trucks are making deliveries, and yellow buses are ferrying kids to school. I'd pity those poor souls down there having to struggle and fight traffic every day on their way to work, while I get to live my greatest life ever.
Ah, yes. Life would be so much sweeter, if I was a rich gigachad. No more wage slaving; no more struggling to get pussy; no more nasty attitude from people because I'm not tall and good-looking. No more bullshit.
For starters, I want to grow to be 6'4" tall, and have big, thick, broad bones. My dick will be seven inches long, with lots of girth. That'll be plenty, without it being freaky and causing inconvenience.
I also want long arms and legs, which will make me look lithe and limber, in addition to coming in handy when fighting my enemies. Oh, and don't forget big hands too, so I can embrace Stacies and make them feel safe.
I want a gigantic frame, broad shoulders and a naturally lean physique. And lots of muscle mass, please. I want to appear as though I constantly work out, even when I spend months on end at leisure and exercise nothing but my jaws at Michelin-rated restaurants. One look at me, and thugs everywhere will cower in fear!
Also, make sure that I'm hyper-neurotypical, and naturally smooth and charismatic, with nary a hint of "anxiety" or "Asperger's". I want to be the type of guy who can work a room, like a pro, charming the ladies and being respected by the men. It won't hurt if I'm envied too.
Needless to say, I want to be a gigachad, with a perennially chiseled face. No bloating, please, no matter what I eat! Whomever designs me prior to conception, make sure you don't forget this!!
I'll also take an order of brown hair, with subtle highlights, and blue or light green eyes-- the kind of eyes that people lust over.
Make me smart, but not too smart (like an autist). An I.Q. in the range of 125-135 will do me nicely, thank you.
No predispositions for diseases or disorders of any kind. And no annoying "allergies" or "intolerances" to anything. I'm bulletproof. Remember that. And, kindly ensure that I have good genes for aging gracefully, too. I want to enjoy a long, youthful life.
I want to be born brave, able to face anything. Nothing will be able to shake me. I will have acute instincts and superior performance, whenever a challenge or crisis comes up. I'll be sharp-witted too, and will always have the perfect answer in any occasion, so I'll have optimal physical and verbal skills.
Lastly--do I need to mention this?-- I will be a slayer, and will have a large social circle. I will be loved, admired and respected everywhere I go. I will receive constant invitations to parties, trips and social gatherings, so many, in fact, that I can't handle them all and am forced to turn down some.
Now that the essentials are out of the way, let's move on to my materialistic wishes. Ready? Hang on.
This will be my humble abode, a sprawling 7000+ square-foot modern mansion, perched on a precipice, overlooking the city. It resembles a villain's hideout, with its sleek, bunker-like appearance. I love it:
When I wake up in the morning, I want to be greeted by these spectacular panoramic views from my balcony:
....... And take a dip in my in-ground pool, before showering and kicking off my day of fun and leisure (you didn't actually think I worked, did you?):
I will own two vehicles, a luxurious Mercedes-Benz S550 sedan for everyday driving (Rolls Royce is too ostentatious):
...... and a beautiful Jeep Grand Wagoneer L for utility and long-distance trips with my girl, or with friends:
What the heck, let's throw in a hot Italian motorcycle too, for some adrenaline:
Speaking of girls, did I mention that I will be slaying regularly, with little to no effort? That's right, dammit! No need for "game" or other such nonsense. And no need for "surgery", either, as I will already be perfect. I will bring out women's inner slut (you don't have to dig too deep when you're a gigachad), and they will make it easy for me to fuck them. The fact that they get to spend time with me and partake in my fabulous lifestyle will be just a bonus for them. Oh, and despite these chicks being some of the hottest on earth, I will be treated like the prize. I will have them at my beck and call, wrapped around my finger. I'll have such a steady supply of pussy that I'll be gorging myself with it. It'll be so abundant that I'll have to actually turn down the Beckies and even the lower-tier Stacies.
I'll always be traveling to exotic, far-flung destinations around the world, either by myself, with girls, or with friends, and flying first class on some of the best airlines. Cost is no object:
I'll be staying at some of the fanciest hotel suites and visiting the most ethereal places on earth:
I'll hit up the world's best premium all-you-can eat buffets. There's just something seductive about being able to directly pig out on unlimited quantities of high-quality food, without a waiter acting as a middleman:
On my solo trips to Asia, I would occasionally hit up the high end strip clubs and barfine a bunch of the hottest women for an all-night orgie. Again, cost is no object, but the difference will be that these girls would actually enjoy having sex with me (I'm a gigachad, remember?):
As a counterbalance to all the hedonistic sex, I would sometimes have a 'girlfriend experience' with someone I'm particularly fond of:
My life would be a perpetual adventure. One week I may be on a safari in Tanzania, or scaling Mt. Aconcagua in Argentina, or parasailing in Brazil. Another week, I may be deep-sea diving in Belize, or skiing in Zermatt, Switzerland, or taking it easy and shopping in Monaco with my lady. My lifestyle would mog even the vast majority of women's.
When I'd finally fly back home to my mansion on the hill for some rest and recreation, I would call a professional masseuse to visit my home and loosen up my muscles for a couple of hours.
After feeling renewed, I'd relax by myself on my balcony, sipping Cognac and puffing on a Cuban cigar. I'd gaze down at the street, hundreds of feet below me, where cars are scrambling to get to work, trucks are making deliveries, and yellow buses are ferrying kids to school. I'd pity those poor souls down there having to struggle and fight traffic every day on their way to work, while I get to live my greatest life ever.
Ah, yes. Life would be so much sweeter, if I was a rich gigachad. No more wage slaving; no more struggling to get pussy; no more nasty attitude from people because I'm not tall and good-looking. No more bullshit.
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