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You don't notice it creeping up on you. Being 25 isn't that bad. You still get looks from prime girls. You might even look better and more masculine. You think "Wow, I must be hitting my prime!" Maybe you notice some diffuse thinning, but your hair looks the same. Maybe you notice rougher skin, but think it looks manly. "No more baby face." You feel good.
Late 20s roll around. You've got a little norwooding, but you aren't bothered by it. Prime girls aren't completely grossed out, so you can still tell yourself you could slay if you wanted to. You get eye bags. No one tells you directly, so maybe it's just bad lighting.
30 happens, but nothing catastrophic takes place. A little more thinning. A little less collagen. But you still look like you. Just a tired version of you. Every time a prime girl looks in your direction, you think she wants to have sex: "30 isn't bad! What's the big deal?"
Mid 30s strike. The norwooding is unmistakable. You think you have it under control, but now you have to style your receding hair every morning to fraud coverage. Skin has noticable lines. You avoid certain mirrors and certain lighting. Delusions have to be maintained. Prime girls are now a different species to you. You cope: "Younger girls aren't mature enough. What would I even talk about with them?" You secretly masturbate every night thinking about them.
Late 30s arrive. You're norwood 2.5. Every hair style looks bad on you. Your hormones go into a death spiral. Testosterone in the basement. Estrogen through the roof. Your body is telling you that you should have already reproduced and that it's time to be a provider cuck. No amount of gymcelling will prevent the skinnyfat. You won't even glance at a prime girl lest you be called a creep. But your age range on Tinder is set to 18-25.
Then 40. It's over.
Late 20s roll around. You've got a little norwooding, but you aren't bothered by it. Prime girls aren't completely grossed out, so you can still tell yourself you could slay if you wanted to. You get eye bags. No one tells you directly, so maybe it's just bad lighting.
30 happens, but nothing catastrophic takes place. A little more thinning. A little less collagen. But you still look like you. Just a tired version of you. Every time a prime girl looks in your direction, you think she wants to have sex: "30 isn't bad! What's the big deal?"
Mid 30s strike. The norwooding is unmistakable. You think you have it under control, but now you have to style your receding hair every morning to fraud coverage. Skin has noticable lines. You avoid certain mirrors and certain lighting. Delusions have to be maintained. Prime girls are now a different species to you. You cope: "Younger girls aren't mature enough. What would I even talk about with them?" You secretly masturbate every night thinking about them.
Late 30s arrive. You're norwood 2.5. Every hair style looks bad on you. Your hormones go into a death spiral. Testosterone in the basement. Estrogen through the roof. Your body is telling you that you should have already reproduced and that it's time to be a provider cuck. No amount of gymcelling will prevent the skinnyfat. You won't even glance at a prime girl lest you be called a creep. But your age range on Tinder is set to 18-25.
Then 40. It's over.
