I went to a chip shop today, ordered my chips and sat down on one of those metal chairs places seem to have, and as I was waiting for my chips I overheard a rage inducing and simultaneous suicide fuel conversation. It was 2 men and one woman, one of the guys clearly had girl "problems" and the other was sitting with his girlfriend who was a surprisingly both down to earth and dim. The single guy was the most intelligent of the three, with the other guy possessing that sort of mullet pseudo intellectual sphere of spitting platitudes and thinking himself profound. And so to continue with the story the single guy was lamenting on how he couldn't find any woman who wanted love, now here I felt bad for the guy and thought him a blue pilled version of myself. However he continued his speech and it was revealed how he had countless foids want to fuck him, he revealed that wherever he went he was seemingly solicited by women to the point that rejecting their advances became annoying. He also expressed regret on this one time of denying these foids a threesome as his bus was there, and stated he wish'd he went with them as they were pretty women. Now hearing these made me feel both sadness of my own ineptitude on how living in the same city as these sluts who would throw themself at him, to not get even a look that wasn't of disdain and rage in the fact I wan't to barge over to his table slam my fist down and tell him of my own sorrows and how he doesn't know the story at all for the forgotten man. I am clearly above this guy, I was better dressed than him, he was wearing a t-shirt and denim shorts I think, whereas I always dress formally when going to town. He had a stupid haircut that looked like if you tried to make a bowlcut but just chopped wildly, however on this point I have been mocked for my own haircut (to my very own shock. Mine looks similar to my pfp and I'm seemingly expected to get some sort of cut pioneered by negroids and latinx). And he was clearly poorer than me due to the fact he was catching the bus. I don't think his face is anything special either, he was a rather pale man, stood at around 5'8 or 5'9, 5'10 at the max, he had a good jawline however. I am not good at rating someone but based on this description alone you could rule out that he was chad. I would consider him to be a normie, and yet he is getting these girls simply throw themselves at him. I just hung my head in shame of my own ineptitude until my chips came due to the fact I could never do what I fantasized about for fear of being mocked or ridiculed or looking foolish and generally lowering my already low rung, for I am obsessed with vanity... No I said nothing to them, I took my chips and promptly left to eat them at a more secluded place. Oh how pathetic I am, not only did I not confront him, I scurried away like a wounded dog at the earliest possible convenience.
Do tell if you have any stories where you do the opposite of what I did and actually confront someone, and how it ended of course. Or if you have similar stories I should like to feel better about my lack of courage.
Do tell if you have any stories where you do the opposite of what I did and actually confront someone, and how it ended of course. Or if you have similar stories I should like to feel better about my lack of courage.
