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At work, I was looking at myself in the cold and grimy mirror. The same slouched back. The weird head shape. The lack of self esteem was obvious. I looked disgusting. "What are you doing looking at yourself," my coworker chimed in, "only narcissists do that." The constant chatter of normies, who will voice their opinion on just about anything.
Today was the day I promised myself and the universe I would give her my number. Because the universe will not take you seriously unless you take yourself seriously and follow through. My heart was beating thinking about it, since every past rejection I faced showed no mercy. I also promised on .is and well, I don't want to be a no-show. The other problem protruding in the back of my mind was if the angel in question was even going to be present at work. Driving to her workplace (store) is far and directions aren't easy.
I passed her store but made it eventually. The parking lot was empty and I got thrilled thinking that if she was in there, only a few customers would bother us. I hastily grabbed a shoddy pen from my car and walked to the entrance. The first sight greeting me was this feminine beauty, alone at the counter - and a random old customer prancing around too, kek.
She perked up when she saw me. I walked up to her. "Remember me? I was here before asking you to help me find some items." "You look familiar," said the beauty, leaning over the counter like a bartender but with a smile. I asked her yet again to help me find another item. "Sure." Fuck, I was already nervous. My ego is calling me a pussy. How do I make her accept my number? I did small talk with her, asked her if she studied anything, and glanced her fingers again to make sure she wasn't wearing a ring.
We got to the counter and she handed me my receipt. I joked that I would short her till by giving her a hundred to cover a six dollar transaction and she smirked. "Here is your receipt, anything else?" her eyes pierced mine. "No. But this is for you," I fumble and grab the pen, set its dirty tip to the thin white paper, and scribble my number as clearly as possible and hand it back to her. "Thank you, I appreciate it," said the babe with a smile. "Well, I thought you had nice eyes, and you look beautiful," I muttered. She giggled and I walked away, knowing the deed was done.
Now I will wait to see if I get a callback. Fingers crossed boyos. Updates soon.
My life is brilliant
My love is pure
I saw an angel
Of that I'm sure
She smiled at me on the subway
She was with another man
But I won't lose no sleep on that
'Cause I've got a plan
At work, I was looking at myself in the cold and grimy mirror. The same slouched back. The weird head shape. The lack of self esteem was obvious. I looked disgusting. "What are you doing looking at yourself," my coworker chimed in, "only narcissists do that." The constant chatter of normies, who will voice their opinion on just about anything.
Today was the day I promised myself and the universe I would give her my number. Because the universe will not take you seriously unless you take yourself seriously and follow through. My heart was beating thinking about it, since every past rejection I faced showed no mercy. I also promised on .is and well, I don't want to be a no-show. The other problem protruding in the back of my mind was if the angel in question was even going to be present at work. Driving to her workplace (store) is far and directions aren't easy.
I passed her store but made it eventually. The parking lot was empty and I got thrilled thinking that if she was in there, only a few customers would bother us. I hastily grabbed a shoddy pen from my car and walked to the entrance. The first sight greeting me was this feminine beauty, alone at the counter - and a random old customer prancing around too, kek.
She perked up when she saw me. I walked up to her. "Remember me? I was here before asking you to help me find some items." "You look familiar," said the beauty, leaning over the counter like a bartender but with a smile. I asked her yet again to help me find another item. "Sure." Fuck, I was already nervous. My ego is calling me a pussy. How do I make her accept my number? I did small talk with her, asked her if she studied anything, and glanced her fingers again to make sure she wasn't wearing a ring.
We got to the counter and she handed me my receipt. I joked that I would short her till by giving her a hundred to cover a six dollar transaction and she smirked. "Here is your receipt, anything else?" her eyes pierced mine. "No. But this is for you," I fumble and grab the pen, set its dirty tip to the thin white paper, and scribble my number as clearly as possible and hand it back to her. "Thank you, I appreciate it," said the babe with a smile. "Well, I thought you had nice eyes, and you look beautiful," I muttered. She giggled and I walked away, knowing the deed was done.
Now I will wait to see if I get a callback. Fingers crossed boyos. Updates soon.
At work, I was looking at myself in the cold and grimy mirror. The same slouched back. The weird head shape. The lack of self esteem was obvious. I looked disgusting. "What are you doing looking at yourself," my coworker chimed in, "only narcissists do that." The constant chatter of normies, who will voice their opinion on just about anything.
Today was the day I promised myself and the universe I would give her my number. Because the universe will not take you seriously unless you take yourself seriously and follow through. My heart was beating thinking about it, since every past rejection I faced showed no mercy. I also promised on .is and well, I don't want to be a no-show. The other problem protruding in the back of my mind was if the angel in question was even going to be present at work. Driving to her workplace (store) is far and directions aren't easy.
I passed her store but made it eventually. The parking lot was empty and I got thrilled thinking that if she was in there, only a few customers would bother us. I hastily grabbed a shoddy pen from my car and walked to the entrance. The first sight greeting me was this feminine beauty, alone at the counter - and a random old customer prancing around too, kek.
She perked up when she saw me. I walked up to her. "Remember me? I was here before asking you to help me find some items." "You look familiar," said the beauty, leaning over the counter like a bartender but with a smile. I asked her yet again to help me find another item. "Sure." Fuck, I was already nervous. My ego is calling me a pussy. How do I make her accept my number? I did small talk with her, asked her if she studied anything, and glanced her fingers again to make sure she wasn't wearing a ring.
We got to the counter and she handed me my receipt. I joked that I would short her till by giving her a hundred to cover a six dollar transaction and she smirked. "Here is your receipt, anything else?" her eyes pierced mine. "No. But this is for you," I fumble and grab the pen, set its dirty tip to the thin white paper, and scribble my number as clearly as possible and hand it back to her. "Thank you, I appreciate it," said the babe with a smile. "Well, I thought you had nice eyes, and you look beautiful," I muttered. She giggled and I walked away, knowing the deed was done.
Now I will wait to see if I get a callback. Fingers crossed boyos. Updates soon.
Nice job. Either she’s nice, you’re personable or both. I doubt she’ll call but at least you had a pleasant interaction with an attractive girl, faces your fear and made an approach, and was treated kindly.
How is that low inhib? I've done that dumb shit dozens of times (in my early 20s - I'm 36 now). It never worked back then and I have no reason it would suddenly start working now when I'm just older and uglier than before.
At work, I was looking at myself in the cold and grimy mirror. The same slouched back. The weird head shape. The lack of self esteem was obvious. I looked disgusting. "What are you doing looking at yourself," my coworker chimed in, "only narcissists do that." The constant chatter of normies, who will voice their opinion on just about anything.
Today was the day I promised myself and the universe I would give her my number. Because the universe will not take you seriously unless you take yourself seriously and follow through. My heart was beating thinking about it, since every past rejection I faced showed no mercy. I also promised on .is and well, I don't want to be a no-show. The other problem protruding in the back of my mind was if the angel in question was even going to be present at work. Driving to her workplace (store) is far and directions aren't easy.
I passed her store but made it eventually. The parking lot was empty and I got thrilled thinking that if she was in there, only a few customers would bother us. I hastily grabbed a shoddy pen from my car and walked to the entrance. The first sight greeting me was this feminine beauty, alone at the counter - and a random old customer prancing around too, kek.
She perked up when she saw me. I walked up to her. "Remember me? I was here before asking you to help me find some items." "You look familiar," said the beauty, leaning over the counter like a bartender but with a smile. I asked her yet again to help me find another item. "Sure." Fuck, I was already nervous. My ego is calling me a pussy. How do I make her accept my number? I did small talk with her, asked her if she studied anything, and glanced her fingers again to make sure she wasn't wearing a ring.
We got to the counter and she handed me my receipt. I joked that I would short her till by giving her a hundred to cover a six dollar transaction and she smirked. "Here is your receipt, anything else?" her eyes pierced mine. "No. But this is for you," I fumble and grab the pen, set its dirty tip to the thin white paper, and scribble my number as clearly as possible and hand it back to her. "Thank you, I appreciate it," said the babe with a smile. "Well, I thought you had nice eyes, and you look beautiful," I muttered. She giggled and I walked away, knowing the deed was done.
Now I will wait to see if I get a callback. Fingers crossed boyos. Updates soon.
At work, I was looking at myself in the cold and grimy mirror. The same slouched back. The weird head shape. The lack of self esteem was obvious. I looked disgusting. "What are you doing looking at yourself," my coworker chimed in, "only narcissists do that." The constant chatter of normies, who will voice their opinion on just about anything.
Today was the day I promised myself and the universe I would give her my number. Because the universe will not take you seriously unless you take yourself seriously and follow through. My heart was beating thinking about it, since every past rejection I faced showed no mercy. I also promised on .is and well, I don't want to be a no-show. The other problem protruding in the back of my mind was if the angel in question was even going to be present at work. Driving to her workplace (store) is far and directions aren't easy.
I passed her store but made it eventually. The parking lot was empty and I got thrilled thinking that if she was in there, only a few customers would bother us. I hastily grabbed a shoddy pen from my car and walked to the entrance. The first sight greeting me was this feminine beauty, alone at the counter - and a random old customer prancing around too, kek.
She perked up when she saw me. I walked up to her. "Remember me? I was here before asking you to help me find some items." "You look familiar," said the beauty, leaning over the counter like a bartender but with a smile. I asked her yet again to help me find another item. "Sure." Fuck, I was already nervous. My ego is calling me a pussy. How do I make her accept my number? I did small talk with her, asked her if she studied anything, and glanced her fingers again to make sure she wasn't wearing a ring.
We got to the counter and she handed me my receipt. I joked that I would short her till by giving her a hundred to cover a six dollar transaction and she smirked. "Here is your receipt, anything else?" her eyes pierced mine. "No. But this is for you," I fumble and grab the pen, set its dirty tip to the thin white paper, and scribble my number as clearly as possible and hand it back to her. "Thank you, I appreciate it," said the babe with a smile. "Well, I thought you had nice eyes, and you look beautiful," I muttered. She giggled and I walked away, knowing the deed was done.
Now I will wait to see if I get a callback. Fingers crossed boyos. Updates soon.
How is that low inhib? I've done that dumb shit dozens of times (in my early 20s - I'm 36 now). It never worked back then and I have no reason it would suddenly start working now when I'm just older and uglier than before.
It would be sad if you're just a mentalcel - and never had a good life just because of a mental block.
Everyone should put in some effort. Don't just go to inceldom. Because a lot of people do mis-estimate their looks. For all you know you might be a normie and you might've had a very enjoyable and fulfilling relationship with plenty of love and intimate touching.
In all seriousness - don't just be an incel without ever trying. That's fucked up and sad.
It would be sad if you're just a mentalcel - and never had a good life just because of a mental block.
Everyone should put in some effort. Don't just go to inceldom. Because a lot of people do mis-estimate their looks. For all you know you might be a normie and you might've had a very enjoyable and fulfilling relationship with plenty of love and intimate touching.
In all seriousness - don't just be an incel without ever trying. That's fucked up and sad.
Sorry bro, I thought you might not be interested. Right now she hasn't texted me yet. I'm not going to get hung up on this girl because I hardly even know her. If she doesn't see me like that then it's whatever.
Don’t think you did something wrong here, you approached her, something that actually sets you apart from other men that just use the online space and refrain from real life interactions. You’re not just a mere profile or a number, you’re this guy that actually dared to approach her in real life and you even found a fancy way to do so. Something like that should stick on her mind.
At work, I was looking at myself in the cold and grimy mirror. The same slouched back. The weird head shape. The lack of self esteem was obvious. I looked disgusting. "What are you doing looking at yourself," my coworker chimed in, "only narcissists do that." The constant chatter of normies, who will voice their opinion on just about anything.
Today was the day I promised myself and the universe I would give her my number. Because the universe will not take you seriously unless you take yourself seriously and follow through. My heart was beating thinking about it, since every past rejection I faced showed no mercy. I also promised on .is and well, I don't want to be a no-show. The other problem protruding in the back of my mind was if the angel in question was even going to be present at work. Driving to her workplace (store) is far and directions aren't easy.
I passed her store but made it eventually. The parking lot was empty and I got thrilled thinking that if she was in there, only a few customers would bother us. I hastily grabbed a shoddy pen from my car and walked to the entrance. The first sight greeting me was this feminine beauty, alone at the counter - and a random old customer prancing around too, kek.
She perked up when she saw me. I walked up to her. "Remember me? I was here before asking you to help me find some items." "You look familiar," said the beauty, leaning over the counter like a bartender but with a smile. I asked her yet again to help me find another item. "Sure." Fuck, I was already nervous. My ego is calling me a pussy. How do I make her accept my number? I did small talk with her, asked her if she studied anything, and glanced her fingers again to make sure she wasn't wearing a ring.
We got to the counter and she handed me my receipt. I joked that I would short her till by giving her a hundred to cover a six dollar transaction and she smirked. "Here is your receipt, anything else?" her eyes pierced mine. "No. But this is for you," I fumble and grab the pen, set its dirty tip to the thin white paper, and scribble my number as clearly as possible and hand it back to her. "Thank you, I appreciate it," said the babe with a smile. "Well, I thought you had nice eyes, and you look beautiful," I muttered. She giggled and I walked away, knowing the deed was done.
Now I will wait to see if I get a callback. Fingers crossed boyos. Updates soon.
It was a really cool story. I still hope it works out for you. It's great how you've gathered up the courage here, and you've actually evolved. And when you do or plan on doing something like this please tag me as well next time
I kind of just gave it to her without asking, I didn't give a fuck, and she's paid to be friendly so I didn't get a harsh rejection. I thought it was appropriate because she was working and her coworkers were around.
If she was actually interested in you, she would have called or texted you already. 5 days is way too long for her to contact you. This is an L for you, sorry brocel but you should have known that girls nowadays are shallow, they dont see sub5 men like us as potential sexual or romantic partners.
Ron.Belgrade
Non-NT Orphancel Noodlefoidenjoyer/ .org Moderator
This junkie ass has already attempted the same thing you are trying to achieve multiple times, and judging by the fact that i keep participating in this forum says a lot about my successrate.
This junkie ass has already attempted the same thing you are trying to achieve multiple times, and judging by the fact that i keep participating in this forum says a lot about my successrate.
This angel. I don't know her that well but she went out of her way to help me find an item I was looking for. She's perfect: curvy, smart, and has ocean-blue eyes.
I admit I am nervous. I have turned into a disgusting new creature after being an incredibly spiteful person for many years due to being ugly and short; yet my encounter with her gave me a sense of warmth far different from the familiar embers of hate. She even cracked a joke with me. I was blown away by this as well.
I don't know how to flirt with her or if she's single (no ring on her fingers ) but I do know I have the upper hand because I can leave the ball in her court. The plan is once she hands me my receipt I will write my number down and hand it back to her. Then it's up to her to reply and for me to accept the outcome.
If I don't do anything and just stay in my head I will not evolve as a human. I shall not be afraid of pain.
This angel. I don't know her that well but she went out of her way to help me find an item I was looking for. She's perfect: curvy, smart, and has ocean-blue eyes.
I admit I am nervous. I have turned into a disgusting new creature after being an incredibly spiteful person for many years due to being ugly and short; yet my encounter with her gave me a sense of warmth far different from the familiar embers of hate. She even cracked a joke with me. I was blown away by this as well.
I don't know how to flirt with her or if she's single (no ring on her fingers ) but I do know I have the upper hand because I can leave the ball in her court. The plan is once she hands me my receipt I will write my number down and hand it back to her. Then it's up to her to reply and for me to accept the outcome.
If I don't do anything and just stay in my head I will not evolve as a human. I shall not be afraid of pain.
At work, I was looking at myself in the cold and grimy mirror. The same slouched back. The weird head shape. The lack of self esteem was obvious. I looked disgusting. "What are you doing looking at yourself," my coworker chimed in, "only narcissists do that." The constant chatter of normies, who will voice their opinion on just about anything.
Today was the day I promised myself and the universe I would give her my number. Because the universe will not take you seriously unless you take yourself seriously and follow through. My heart was beating thinking about it, since every past rejection I faced showed no mercy. I also promised on .is and well, I don't want to be a no-show. The other problem protruding in the back of my mind was if the angel in question was even going to be present at work. Driving to her workplace (store) is far and directions aren't easy.
I passed her store but made it eventually. The parking lot was empty and I got thrilled thinking that if she was in there, only a few customers would bother us. I hastily grabbed a shoddy pen from my car and walked to the entrance. The first sight greeting me was this feminine beauty, alone at the counter - and a random old customer prancing around too, kek.
She perked up when she saw me. I walked up to her. "Remember me? I was here before asking you to help me find some items." "You look familiar," said the beauty, leaning over the counter like a bartender but with a smile. I asked her yet again to help me find another item. "Sure." Fuck, I was already nervous. My ego is calling me a pussy. How do I make her accept my number? I did small talk with her, asked her if she studied anything, and glanced her fingers again to make sure she wasn't wearing a ring.
We got to the counter and she handed me my receipt. I joked that I would short her till by giving her a hundred to cover a six dollar transaction and she smirked. "Here is your receipt, anything else?" her eyes pierced mine. "No. But this is for you," I fumble and grab the pen, set its dirty tip to the thin white paper, and scribble my number as clearly as possible and hand it back to her. "Thank you, I appreciate it," said the babe with a smile. "Well, I thought you had nice eyes, and you look beautiful," I muttered. She giggled and I walked away, knowing the deed was done.
Now I will wait to see if I get a callback. Fingers crossed boyos. Updates soon.
For some reason I did not get this notification (possibly the spoiler tag? not sure) but bruh this is based as fuck. I am sorry that she did not get back to you though. Still, I am proud of you for this.
This angel. I don't know her that well but she went out of her way to help me find an item I was looking for. She's perfect: curvy, smart, and has ocean-blue eyes.
I admit I am nervous. I have turned into a disgusting new creature after being an incredibly spiteful person for many years due to being ugly and short; yet my encounter with her gave me a sense of warmth far different from the familiar embers of hate. She even cracked a joke with me. I was blown away by this as well.
I don't know how to flirt with her or if she's single (no ring on her fingers ) but I do know I have the upper hand because I can leave the ball in her court. The plan is once she hands me my receipt I will write my number down and hand it back to her. Then it's up to her to reply and for me to accept the outcome.
If I don't do anything and just stay in my head I will not evolve as a human. I shall not be afraid of pain.
Been there done that 500 times. At first this gave me motivation to try more because I beat my anxiety but after more and more rejections my anxiety came back and said ”I TOLD YOU SO, YOURE WORTHLESS AND YOUR GENES SUCK”!
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