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She was so my perfect type:
- exotic/latina/med
- young
- compact midface
She was wearing yogapants like every single woman in a gym since yogapants were invented.
She was flicking her her around while talking to him; gazing deeply into his eyes even when he wasn't speaking; she had a constantly smile and puppydog eyes. She laughed a lot, hung onto every last word.
As is customary for a woman with a chad/tyrone personal trainer, she needed him to guide her through her squat routine. I swear she already knew how to squat but showing off her bent-over arse to this tyrone was a mating dance to her. No one else in the gym existed to her except the mixed-Tyrone. He looked possibly Arab/Turkish/Black-mixed, rather than black-white mixed, but I could be wrong. He had about a 6.5-7 face, but with his swole-body and status halo, he was an 8 in SMV.
@Enigmatic @Enigmatic93, if you're not white and goodlooking; it's all about being racially ambiguous and goodlooking. Racially intriguing.
Everytime she looked up at him, or did a rep of something then looked at him for feedback, or was completely comfortable with his touching her and moving her into position, it made me want to run out of the gym, run at an oncoming bus and slide underneath its front tyre and be crushed instantly.
Add to that the new half-Asian, half-white Asian girl that they hired, who JUST HAS to wear clothes too tight for her so you can see her thighs, butt and small pert tits.
The one thing that men have to work on their looks other than the plastic surgeon's office, and women have to take it over. Women have their own gyms. If there were a gay gym nearby, I'd fucking join. I don't need to be reminded of how ugly, invisible and subhuman I am while I work on improving how ugly, invisible and subhuman I am.
Gyms are torture for an incel.
She was so my perfect type:
- exotic/latina/med
- young
- compact midface
She was wearing yogapants like every single woman in a gym since yogapants were invented.
She was flicking her her around while talking to him; gazing deeply into his eyes even when he wasn't speaking; she had a constantly smile and puppydog eyes. She laughed a lot, hung onto every last word.
As is customary for a woman with a chad/tyrone personal trainer, she needed him to guide her through her squat routine. I swear she already knew how to squat but showing off her bent-over arse to this tyrone was a mating dance to her. No one else in the gym existed to her except the mixed-Tyrone. He looked possibly Arab/Turkish/Black-mixed, rather than black-white mixed, but I could be wrong. He had about a 6.5-7 face, but with his swole-body and status halo, he was an 8 in SMV.
@Enigmatic @Enigmatic93, if you're not white and goodlooking; it's all about being racially ambiguous and goodlooking. Racially intriguing.
Everytime she looked up at him, or did a rep of something then looked at him for feedback, or was completely comfortable with his touching her and moving her into position, it made me want to run out of the gym, run at an oncoming bus and slide underneath its front tyre and be crushed instantly.
Add to that the new half-Asian, half-white Asian girl that they hired, who JUST HAS to wear clothes too tight for her so you can see her thighs, butt and small pert tits.
The one thing that men have to work on their looks other than the plastic surgeon's office, and women have to take it over. Women have their own gyms. If there were a gay gym nearby, I'd fucking join. I don't need to be reminded of how ugly, invisible and subhuman I am while I work on improving how ugly, invisible and subhuman I am.
Gyms are torture for an incel.
