Angry_runt
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I am somewhat moneymaxxed (programmer since my teens) and on Saturday I've been trying to strike up conversations with average/below average looking foids that I thought would be interested in a betabuxxer. Not that I would actually spend money on them but I just thought I'd see if I I'd at least have any value as a betabuxxer.
Short answer: I don't.
Yesterday evening I reached a whole new rock bottom I didn't even know was there. I went to four supermarkets and I tried striking up conversations with foids who stack shelves and cashiers. I was buying expensive food, wine and chocolates and other stuff and I'd ask the foids something and then tried to get any kind of conversation going. I tried to look as best I could, I'm gymmaxxed at 12% body fat and I wore a business casual tailored suit that I paid an obscene amount of money for and then wore it three times in two years.
Holy shit, it's even worse than I remember when I was trying PUA. It's like foids are aggressively avoiding any kind of conversation beyond the absolute minimum required by their job. Every one of them was acting like the hottest girl in the club, except it was a supermarket on a Saturday evening and they were working a shit job for minimum wage. Still less pathetic than me, though.
As a cherry-shaped shit nugget on top, I also got blown off by a parking attendant and a fucking dog walker.
This desperate attempt was inspired by a discussion I had with someone here who thought buying a $1000 car and having $5000 would get them out of inceldom. I thought maybe I'm an idiot and maybe I could get a non-hideous minimum-wage foid to overlook my face for a nicer life. Turns out I am an idiot (I spent around $400 on wine and groceries I'll mostly throw away) but merely being well off doesn't mean shit. I'm not sure how things would be different if I were a millionaire.
I hate my stupid fucking brain with its stupid hope and optimism.
Short answer: I don't.
Yesterday evening I reached a whole new rock bottom I didn't even know was there. I went to four supermarkets and I tried striking up conversations with foids who stack shelves and cashiers. I was buying expensive food, wine and chocolates and other stuff and I'd ask the foids something and then tried to get any kind of conversation going. I tried to look as best I could, I'm gymmaxxed at 12% body fat and I wore a business casual tailored suit that I paid an obscene amount of money for and then wore it three times in two years.
Holy shit, it's even worse than I remember when I was trying PUA. It's like foids are aggressively avoiding any kind of conversation beyond the absolute minimum required by their job. Every one of them was acting like the hottest girl in the club, except it was a supermarket on a Saturday evening and they were working a shit job for minimum wage. Still less pathetic than me, though.
As a cherry-shaped shit nugget on top, I also got blown off by a parking attendant and a fucking dog walker.
This desperate attempt was inspired by a discussion I had with someone here who thought buying a $1000 car and having $5000 would get them out of inceldom. I thought maybe I'm an idiot and maybe I could get a non-hideous minimum-wage foid to overlook my face for a nicer life. Turns out I am an idiot (I spent around $400 on wine and groceries I'll mostly throw away) but merely being well off doesn't mean shit. I'm not sure how things would be different if I were a millionaire.
I hate my stupid fucking brain with its stupid hope and optimism.