Probably had a broad frame alongside height and ogremaxxed. Works in certain countries in easter europe.
High-school slayers are always taller than average, and Tinder slayers are always taller than average, and nightclub slayers are always taller than average. The "manlet slayer" is a figment of the imagination. Unless people literally recognize you from their television screens, you can't compensate for dwarven height.
My barefoot 5'7 stature renders me as invisible as the air, and I'd have to surgerymaxx to have a 10/10 face (which only like 0.01% of men have) to stop being invisible, though even then it would be a
massive struggle to score even the most slovenly of aging landwhales, because height > face. I have bought a collection of elevator shoes to mitigate my situation, so I guess that's my cope for now. When I wear my 4-inch elevator shoes and thereby fraud my height to 5'11, I get some occasional IOIs, which confirms to me that
height has been the primary cause of my inceldom all along. No elevator shoes, no IOIs. None. Zero. But it's not realistic to wear 4-inch elevator shoes all the time, now, is it?
Even a 10/10 face on a 5'7 body doesn't allow you to ascend with anyone, not even with 440 pound landwhales, who'd rather wait for a
real Chad than give the time of day to a pretty-faced manlet. A 10/10 face on a 5'7 body would perhaps allow you to betabuxx for a foid who is either literally insane, or who is twice your age and twice your weight and also sick in various different ways, but then even such types of 2/10 foids will mistreat you, possibly cheat on you, and ultimately dump you, and regardless, a betabuxx relationship does
not count as ascension. (Also, I'm too much of a poorfag failure to ever actually be able to successfully pull off a betabuxx relationship) There is no
raw attraction, no
feral passion, no
inner sexual cravings, no
natural lust, no
evolutionarily procreative urges towards manlets such as myself. Our very existence is a twisted, corky joke.
To overcome my accursed 5'7 condition, I'd have to surgerymaxx to have a 10/10 face, which isn't even realistic, then to literally weld my elevator shoes to my feet, and then to win the lottery as per Saint Elliot's plan, to
at best be able to betabuxx an unwilling, unenthusiastic 50+ year old hippopotamus who's been hospitalized in an asylum for explosively violent schizophrenia.