Okay, I just finished reading this and I'll post my thoughts here.
First of all, even though I couldn't help feeling envious of the author early on in the story when he wrote about fondling and making out with "Valerie" (when I've never even received a simple kiss from a woman), I tried to keep an open mind throughout the whole book. With that said, there were some pretty serious issues I had with it:
- This guy is definitely not blackpilled; I'd say the best way to describe him is purple pilled (a mix of the blue pill and the red pill)
- Like has been mentioned already on this thread, he goes from one oneitis to another, seemingly without learning his lesson. He seems to have learned something at the end, but I get the feeling that if another woman starts showing interest in him, he'll revert back to his old ways
- It's entirely possible that he failed to see legitimate indicators of interest from other women while he was obsessing over his oneitis of the year
- If he's getting regular work as an actor, he can't be that ugly. My guess is that he's normie-tier as far as looks go, and his teenage puppy-dog approach to love is holding him back far more than his looks
- He offers no criticism of feminism except for one very brief, very mild mention of it, and he continues to follow mainstream, "normie" social and political trends despite being brutally excluded from the mainstream sex and dating life
- His experiences with "Hannah" (getting a handjob from her and being allowed to go down on her) are not what a "permanently friendzoned" guy would receive (though, to be fair, all his other oneitises did legitimately friendzone him). Still, I think it was just bad luck for the guy that Hannah's old boyfriend showed up when he did, and if he hadn't, I believe the author would have had a legitimate shot at getting laid.
With all that said, I really do feel for the guy. He made a lot of tactical mistakes, but morally, he didn't do anything wrong. He is entitled to love just like any other morally good person. Our enemies like to say, "No one is entitled to sex" because it doesn't make them sound like heartless assholes in the way that saying, "No one is entitled to love" would.
The author is a talented writer, and I really empathized with him when he wrote of his (mis)treatment at the hands of "Becca." Sure, he was acting like a puppy dog, but she took things way further than necessary. Her refusal to even talk about work matters over the phone with a business colleague speaks volumes about the irrational militancy of her defensiveness and bitterness. I've been on the receiving end of that kind of abuse from my own "Becca," and it hurts.
50 years without sex. I can't help but identify with the guy, no matter how much I may disagree with his dating tactics or his views on women and feminism.
It's a sad world we're living in.
