I know the question you’re already asking “Why would you go to the beach as an Incel” I’ll tell you, it started with a call from my uncle. He asked me if I wanted to volunteer on the 4th of July, (he knows I don’t have shit to do JFL) I always try to help out when asked directly so I said yes. So he picks me up and we go volunteer, yada yada yada. When it’s over, I notice he’s talking about the beach a lot, “If you want to go to the beach we’re close.” “This beach has the best burgers.” I said to him “It sounds like you want to go to the beach” and he starts to drive. Why, I didn’t stop him, it’s because I wanted something to write about.
While cruising around a beach town, him in search for ice cream shops, me lustfully gazing at foids in jean shorts and bikinis (BTW most are wearing spandex instead of either, it’s a sad state) he finds one, behind the stand, an ethnic foid with a thick accent, he orders a scoop or 3, I ask for nothing and look around. Then we walk down to the beach, I notice left and right, I’m getting mogged, mogged, mogged, face, height, muscle mass, the beachpill is real, but I didn’t get upset, I smiled. Getting frame mogged while I watch chadlite in his natural habitat, and negros with 6 packs that probably can't swim. The only visibly out of shape men are at least 35 and there with the wife and kids. So on the beach, I stare out at the water, the sand, but mostly the people. I notice there’s barely any sub5s out there, this is not the place for me. We didn’t stay much longer than the ice cream he shoveled down his throat.
While cruising around a beach town, him in search for ice cream shops, me lustfully gazing at foids in jean shorts and bikinis (BTW most are wearing spandex instead of either, it’s a sad state) he finds one, behind the stand, an ethnic foid with a thick accent, he orders a scoop or 3, I ask for nothing and look around. Then we walk down to the beach, I notice left and right, I’m getting mogged, mogged, mogged, face, height, muscle mass, the beachpill is real, but I didn’t get upset, I smiled. Getting frame mogged while I watch chadlite in his natural habitat, and negros with 6 packs that probably can't swim. The only visibly out of shape men are at least 35 and there with the wife and kids. So on the beach, I stare out at the water, the sand, but mostly the people. I notice there’s barely any sub5s out there, this is not the place for me. We didn’t stay much longer than the ice cream he shoveled down his throat.
