Some of us have this fantasy that we will get into a relationship with a young foid. The problem is that we face too many obstacles.
For example, I have no social media presence whatsoever. It’s not because I have no desire to, I just don’t want to face reality. I have nothing going for me, and I don’t want to have online proof that is the case.
Let’s say I ascended into a relationship. The foid would face so much indirect and direct pressure to end it. She would constantly see better options, and she would take a closer look at me, essentially under a microscope.
She would notice I have no social life, and no core group of friends like most others have. Before we entered into the relationship, I may have some sense of mystery to me. But once the relationship started, there would be no more mystery. She would unequivocally realize that I have nothing going for me whatsoever.
The conversations would also change. I couldn’t get away with casually having conversations like “My friend said this...” or “My ex did this...” because she would know I have no friends and that I have no ex. I wouldn’t be able to keep a realistic conversation going without alluding to my lack of social life.
She would then possibly come to the conclusion that I am a liar. That may be technically true, but she doesn’t technically know that simply having a conversation in which I try to relate to people, I actually have to lie if I want to fit in, in any way.
People would constantly chirp in with their little comments. Her parents may not outright say “ Dump him, he’s a loser” but they would whittle away with little questions like “What are his friends like?” “He has no friends.” “What?!”
She would also notice how terrible I am with small talk. While others have no problem with small talk, I inevitably end up saying something weird or strange, because it’s such a rarity for me. The same goes with physical contact.
I remember once when I was in school, I was put into a group project with a young foid. She was probably just normal-looking, but of course I immediately came to the conclusion that she was the most gorgeous redhead in the world, because she actually talked to me.
Of course I followed her after class, and she walked up to the bike rack and got her bike ready to go. I gave her a hug, and of course (because I never get to hug foids) I got an erection. She looked down at my erection in horror. I think I actually scared her at that point.
Of course I’m unable to notice social cues until much, much later, so I continued to pursue her. I sent her an email suggesting I take her to dinner, and she chimed back with an “I just want to be friends” response.
The point is we (or many of us, I imagine) are unable to notice social cues, we are unable to dabble in small talk, we are horrible at reacting to social contact, and we are socially retarded in general. Chad can get away with all this stuff and more, but we can’t.
In the words of Barbossa in Pirates: “We’re cursed.”
