I've been having a good week. Stayed off the .is, figured that obsessing over my inceldom 24/7 probably isn't good for my health. I've just been focusing on my career instead, listening to Jordan Peterson podcasts, gymmaxxing, even had a good conversation with my sister. Overall a great week.
This morning I went to the mall, and I realized that there's a lot of short girls. Some are even my height. I even noticed a white girl with muslim man. I thought that this is a sign that I've been so narrow-minded. Women aren't the monolithic beings I've been imagining.
The knock at the door
I was getting some work done when I heard a knock at the door. Strange, but I headed downstairs and opened. It was a young woman. She was black, very light-skinned, plump lips, nice eyes, long hair, athletic body, medium height. Overall, a 6/10, maybe even 7/10.
She asks me if I'd get her an Uber and she'll CashApp or some shit (I don't remember, I don't that broke people shit). Like I said, it had been a good week, and I was in an exceptionally good mood (I also had a super yummy avo toast). I said sure and got my phone. It's raining so I let her in my home and she sits on my couch. I give her my phone and she orders her Uber. As she does so, she explains that she just got out of rehab and her boyfriend broke her phone because he caught her with another guy. She says she likes my voice, and she likes my accent. We discover we're from the same city.
When she's done, she hands me the phone back and she asks how to pay via CashApp, and I'm like don't sweat it, I'll pay. She says thanks and hugs me. I am now a KHV, although it wasn't a romantic hug so maybe not. The cab is five minutes away so we chat. Thank God I've been listening to Jordan Peterson because he taught me to listen to others, so I just listened to her and asked her about her life (how long have you known this guy, is he usually angry). It was surprisingly not awkward at all, which is a shock given just how strange and unexpected the situation was.
The brutality
The cab is about a minute away. I've almost successfully handled this. She turns to me and says: "Wait, you're a girl, right..?"
What the fuck do you say to that? I've been called ma'am on the phone countless times, but I just got misgendered face-to-face with someone who had been talking to me for about five minutes. "N-N-No," I sheepishly replied, my soul shriveling up, "w-w-what makes you say that?" She answers that I just look like a girl. Fortunately, the Uber arrives shortly after. I tell her to stay safe, and she departs in the rain.
Afterward
So I'm sitting here typing this. A Richard Dawkins/Jordan Peterson interview plays in the background. Oddly, I don't even feel depressed. I guess numb would be the best way to describe my current state. I'm so numb. I have another insecurity and my brain is currently struggling to process it. At 27 years old, turning 28 in about 2 months, women are mistaking me for a fellow woman.
This is probably the part where you expect me to shame her and rant at her for cheating on her boyfriend, for entering my house as a total stranger, for being in rehab, for misgendering me. Maybe call her a bitch because I paid for her Uber and she called me a girl. But I won't. I'm not even mad at her. It was an honest mistake. My home is femininely decorated, sure. I have dreadlocks so it kinda looks like I have long hair. Being called a woman at age 27 as a man by another woman isn't the worst thing (it is). I'm not coping (I am).
Right now, I just want to say, I'm glad to be back bros. Even at my most pleasant and pro-social, I'm just never going to make it with normies. My place is right here with you lads.
This morning I went to the mall, and I realized that there's a lot of short girls. Some are even my height. I even noticed a white girl with muslim man. I thought that this is a sign that I've been so narrow-minded. Women aren't the monolithic beings I've been imagining.
The knock at the door
I was getting some work done when I heard a knock at the door. Strange, but I headed downstairs and opened. It was a young woman. She was black, very light-skinned, plump lips, nice eyes, long hair, athletic body, medium height. Overall, a 6/10, maybe even 7/10.
She asks me if I'd get her an Uber and she'll CashApp or some shit (I don't remember, I don't that broke people shit). Like I said, it had been a good week, and I was in an exceptionally good mood (I also had a super yummy avo toast). I said sure and got my phone. It's raining so I let her in my home and she sits on my couch. I give her my phone and she orders her Uber. As she does so, she explains that she just got out of rehab and her boyfriend broke her phone because he caught her with another guy. She says she likes my voice, and she likes my accent. We discover we're from the same city.
When she's done, she hands me the phone back and she asks how to pay via CashApp, and I'm like don't sweat it, I'll pay. She says thanks and hugs me. I am now a KHV, although it wasn't a romantic hug so maybe not. The cab is five minutes away so we chat. Thank God I've been listening to Jordan Peterson because he taught me to listen to others, so I just listened to her and asked her about her life (how long have you known this guy, is he usually angry). It was surprisingly not awkward at all, which is a shock given just how strange and unexpected the situation was.
The brutality
The cab is about a minute away. I've almost successfully handled this. She turns to me and says: "Wait, you're a girl, right..?"
What the fuck do you say to that? I've been called ma'am on the phone countless times, but I just got misgendered face-to-face with someone who had been talking to me for about five minutes. "N-N-No," I sheepishly replied, my soul shriveling up, "w-w-what makes you say that?" She answers that I just look like a girl. Fortunately, the Uber arrives shortly after. I tell her to stay safe, and she departs in the rain.
Afterward
So I'm sitting here typing this. A Richard Dawkins/Jordan Peterson interview plays in the background. Oddly, I don't even feel depressed. I guess numb would be the best way to describe my current state. I'm so numb. I have another insecurity and my brain is currently struggling to process it. At 27 years old, turning 28 in about 2 months, women are mistaking me for a fellow woman.
This is probably the part where you expect me to shame her and rant at her for cheating on her boyfriend, for entering my house as a total stranger, for being in rehab, for misgendering me. Maybe call her a bitch because I paid for her Uber and she called me a girl. But I won't. I'm not even mad at her. It was an honest mistake. My home is femininely decorated, sure. I have dreadlocks so it kinda looks like I have long hair. Being called a woman at age 27 as a man by another woman isn't the worst thing (it is). I'm not coping (I am).
Right now, I just want to say, I'm glad to be back bros. Even at my most pleasant and pro-social, I'm just never going to make it with normies. My place is right here with you lads.
