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I’m stuck in my room as per usual, no different to yesterday or last week. While I lay in my bed, completely alone and devoid of female touch and affection, Chad is getting himself ready. He’s preparing himself for a night out at the club with his mates. A night of drinking and laughing and love making is about to begin for him, like it did last week and the week before that. He’s motivated and energised because he’s well liked, attractive, and gets attention from the opposite sex no matter whether he’s out shopping or at work. Foids orbit him and give him constant attention and a reason to keep existing and working hard, unlike me who has zero motivation to do anything and isn’t given even a split second of a woman’s attention. Chad will drink and dance the night away with an attractive Stacy who caught his eye on the dance floor and later, in the early hours of the morning, he’s going to take that girl back to either his place or a hotel and get sloppy head off her, followed up by fucking her brains out as she screams his name. If he’s up for it, he’ll do the same thing tomorrow as well.
Such is the life of Chad.
Such is the life of Chad.
