EverythingMattersCel
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Don't even want to make this thread long.
Long story short... pull up to the club like I always do... with the expectation of ending the night filled with grief, hangovers, poor health, depression and no coochie.
What I saw was like something written out of a PSL dystopian erotica novel. Crazy stuff.
Wait in line... gender ratio is 60/40... maybe it's not gonna be that bad I thought to myself. It was bad. Here are some of my thoughts and observations in chronological order:
1) Before entering the club, the manlet bouncer demanded my ID and said that I looked 12, despite being twice as wide as him and being a good 5 inches taller.
2) Got into the club. Ordered 12 jagerbombs immediately. I knew it was going to be a tough night, so I didn't waste any time getting drunk.
3) Saw barely any couples. The social groups were unisex, and there were 0 interactions between strangers. People stuck to their groups, and that was it. Girls' ignored the presence of anyone they didn't know.
3) I saw more lesbian couples than hetero couples making out. All girls' are becoming Chadsexuals it seems. They are asexual to normie men. There were some "experimenting" girls getting all giddy, kissing each other... that I knew weren't proper lesbos. Very full of themselves.
4) A few HTNs and maybe 1 or 2 Chadlites were there. No Chads were at the club tonight, which is in line with my theory of no men getting any action because they are sub-chad.
5) I dance for a bit on the floor with my friend. Nothing happens. Nothing to talk about, except this depressed fat-cel that was slumped in the corner. He was crying all over his bitch tits because he was effectively already 6ft under in the game of sexual selection.
6) I go to the toilets, gather my thoughts and go for a very long piss. In the midst of taking out my mellow, super-sprinkler over the toilet seat, I go through a mini-existential crisis. You see, the previous night I had spontaneously shaved my balls. Maybe I had given myself the false impression that things were going to be different this time, but nothing ever changes for a UK-cel like me. Any hopes of a relationship or affection were crushed upon entrance to the club. Realising the gravity of the situation, I exit the toilet and take a seat nearby.
7) Upon sitting down, I immediately notice these 2 men eyeing me up. All of a sudden, one of them approaches me. I can't remember exactly what he said, so I'm going to paraphrase here... but it was along the lines of... "Hey, I just wanted to tell you that you're so gorgeous". FFS. Then it turns out the other man next to him was also gay and his boyfriend. He also starts complimenting me, "omg... you're so hot", "you're so gorgeous", "you're so handsome". I am littered with compliments from these two gay dudes for about 15 minutes straight. One of them states he would be hitting on me hard if I wasn't straight (as if he wasn't already).
Looking at the situation objectively, I sought to gather intel. The first question I naturally had was if they knew the difference between the male and female gaze. The gay-cel nodded his head eagerly while flamboyantly waggling his finger. He stated that girls' have a very specific type. I asked if he could elaborate on what he meant. He said that girls' have many checkboxes that need to be ticked and if you don't tick 1 box... it's over for you. Based gay-cel I thought. He knows that women are hyper-selective and hypergamous.
*I also asked them if muscles matter. One of them assertively said no, but the boyfriend was mirin the vascularity of my arms. Ofc it doesn't matter to girls' though, as it's all a part of the male-female gaze dynamic.
I thanked them for their compliments and told them that I was an almost-23yr old kissless virgin. He told me not to base my self-worth on the opinions of girls and that the right one will come eventually. Ngl, my confidence got boosted a little, even though the interaction was not from a girl. I shook their hands, exited the club and went on my merry way back home.
This is definitely the last time I go to the club btw. Going on nights out in Southern England is a pointless endeavour for anyone that isn't a 6'5, lean and mean pretty boy.
Tagging uk-cels:
@Introvertednarc @Xangsane @FailedNormieManlet @geezcel @forevergymcelling @deepweb1298 @FastBananaCEO @astatine @Shrek2OnDvD @PrinceLuenLeoncur @DoctorLooksmax @NOTCHADRIP @turkproducer @Chadethnic101 @fogdart @n0rthface
Long story short... pull up to the club like I always do... with the expectation of ending the night filled with grief, hangovers, poor health, depression and no coochie.
What I saw was like something written out of a PSL dystopian erotica novel. Crazy stuff.
Wait in line... gender ratio is 60/40... maybe it's not gonna be that bad I thought to myself. It was bad. Here are some of my thoughts and observations in chronological order:
1) Before entering the club, the manlet bouncer demanded my ID and said that I looked 12, despite being twice as wide as him and being a good 5 inches taller.
2) Got into the club. Ordered 12 jagerbombs immediately. I knew it was going to be a tough night, so I didn't waste any time getting drunk.
3) Saw barely any couples. The social groups were unisex, and there were 0 interactions between strangers. People stuck to their groups, and that was it. Girls' ignored the presence of anyone they didn't know.
3) I saw more lesbian couples than hetero couples making out. All girls' are becoming Chadsexuals it seems. They are asexual to normie men. There were some "experimenting" girls getting all giddy, kissing each other... that I knew weren't proper lesbos. Very full of themselves.
4) A few HTNs and maybe 1 or 2 Chadlites were there. No Chads were at the club tonight, which is in line with my theory of no men getting any action because they are sub-chad.
5) I dance for a bit on the floor with my friend. Nothing happens. Nothing to talk about, except this depressed fat-cel that was slumped in the corner. He was crying all over his bitch tits because he was effectively already 6ft under in the game of sexual selection.
6) I go to the toilets, gather my thoughts and go for a very long piss. In the midst of taking out my mellow, super-sprinkler over the toilet seat, I go through a mini-existential crisis. You see, the previous night I had spontaneously shaved my balls. Maybe I had given myself the false impression that things were going to be different this time, but nothing ever changes for a UK-cel like me. Any hopes of a relationship or affection were crushed upon entrance to the club. Realising the gravity of the situation, I exit the toilet and take a seat nearby.
7) Upon sitting down, I immediately notice these 2 men eyeing me up. All of a sudden, one of them approaches me. I can't remember exactly what he said, so I'm going to paraphrase here... but it was along the lines of... "Hey, I just wanted to tell you that you're so gorgeous". FFS. Then it turns out the other man next to him was also gay and his boyfriend. He also starts complimenting me, "omg... you're so hot", "you're so gorgeous", "you're so handsome". I am littered with compliments from these two gay dudes for about 15 minutes straight. One of them states he would be hitting on me hard if I wasn't straight (as if he wasn't already).
Looking at the situation objectively, I sought to gather intel. The first question I naturally had was if they knew the difference between the male and female gaze. The gay-cel nodded his head eagerly while flamboyantly waggling his finger. He stated that girls' have a very specific type. I asked if he could elaborate on what he meant. He said that girls' have many checkboxes that need to be ticked and if you don't tick 1 box... it's over for you. Based gay-cel I thought. He knows that women are hyper-selective and hypergamous.
*I also asked them if muscles matter. One of them assertively said no, but the boyfriend was mirin the vascularity of my arms. Ofc it doesn't matter to girls' though, as it's all a part of the male-female gaze dynamic.
I thanked them for their compliments and told them that I was an almost-23yr old kissless virgin. He told me not to base my self-worth on the opinions of girls and that the right one will come eventually. Ngl, my confidence got boosted a little, even though the interaction was not from a girl. I shook their hands, exited the club and went on my merry way back home.
This is definitely the last time I go to the club btw. Going on nights out in Southern England is a pointless endeavour for anyone that isn't a 6'5, lean and mean pretty boy.
Tagging uk-cels:
@Introvertednarc @Xangsane @FailedNormieManlet @geezcel @forevergymcelling @deepweb1298 @FastBananaCEO @astatine @Shrek2OnDvD @PrinceLuenLeoncur @DoctorLooksmax @NOTCHADRIP @turkproducer @Chadethnic101 @fogdart @n0rthface
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