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I'm dating an ideal girl. It made me MORE blackpilled

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I was a 26 year old dateless, hugless, handholdless, kissless virgin, up until one week ago. Now, I am virgin who hugged, held hands, dated and kissed. And have a real shot at losing my virginity as well. Because the ideal girl approached me. But rather than becoming bluepilled, I became more jaded and blackpilled: let me tell you why.


I've been diagnozed with severe social anxiety by three separate psychologists, take medication, but to little avail. My anxiety so extreme I rejected some girls I've actually liked, way back in high school. Some may call me a volcel, but I'm an incel: I didn't choose to freak out whenever people speak to me.

I cannot tell whether I'm ugly or not. Some compliment my appearance, but whenever I look in the mirror, I just see an abomination. That's a by-product of social anxiety. I'm definitely no "Chad", being Ashkenazi Jewish, with a slight hook nose, thick wavy hair, a narrow skull and a boyish face. Imagine Timothee Chalamet in uglier, that's literally me. I am perceivably intelligent, having been IQ tested at 127 with 21.


I lived the life of a social recluse up to 26, without hope to ever touch a pretty young woman. But boy I did, and boy was she ideal.

She texted me first, believe it or not. She basically set up our first date. The "how" is a long story, but let me say it happened by extreme luck, through an old lady who gave private art lessons and spoke very high of me to all her other students, one of which happened to be her. Our first date was in an art gallery, we were both genuinely fascinated by the paintings and held an hour-long conversation about them. She was the one to request a second date immediately.

Our third date lasted four hours because our talk was just that engaging, our fourth date lasted six, our fifth "only" four, but ended up being very touchy and physical. I've never met a woman I could talk with about Van Gogh, economics, genetics, architecture, history for *hours*. Never. I doubt I will ever again. At 20, she spends most of her time indoors, reading, watching anime, drawing; indifferent to the cheap thrills, like drinking or casual sex.

I've yet to mention her appearance, because of how adorable her personality is, but she's also pretty. No runaway model, she has some facial flaws, but is naturally pretty. She has long, straight, raven hair & light blue eyes (that combination alone is a lottery win), a small face with a big round forehead, is pale, short and petite.

Sounds too ideal to be real, does she? Well, she's real. Don't trick yourself into believing that naturally pretty, intelligent, classy, worthwhile women don't exist out there: that's a cope. They exist, I met one. Obviously, only Chad will marry one like her.

The phase of the relationship we are in is "making out". She let me caress her whole neck and face area, parts of her legs for hours in a cinema and a concert we visited, later telling me she enjoyed the touches. Fifth date, I kissed her goodbye, she embraced the back of my head as I did. I never imagined experiencing anything similar, yet here I am.

I can still ruin everything and not get sex, but the feeling of being desired by a woman so precious already changed me as a person. Now, back to the topic: what made me actually more blackpilled about finally experiencing the attraction of a really wonderful woman?

The fact that even she STILL CARES ABOUT MY APPEARANCE, a lot, in the most shallow way imaginable.

See, I never commented on her appearance. Never. She knows she's pretty and many men want to jizz in her (she's even been harassed sometimes), why would I paraphrase the obvious to her? So I focussed on complimenting her thoughts, her dreams, her ambitions.

What she liked me for? Well, she definitely enjoys my erudition, our common interests, but here's the catch: she's obsessed with my height. You know the blackpill small girls crave tall men? It's 100% true. I am 6'1'' and of average build, not exceptional. But since she's a petite 5'3'' waif, I tower over her and could subdue her with one arm. And this physical fact is something she pointed out so, so often. She also complimented my wavy hair once, implying how she disliked a balding man.

So, even this angel of a woman - intelligent, classy, analytical - still openly judges men a based on their appearance. On how long some fucking bones in their legs happen to be, whether they have hair. If even *she* judges men on these trivialties so openly, how extremely shallow and purely visual must the average woman be? How can I be ever sure a woman ever likes *me*, my indeed unique mind, if there are taller, more muscular men than me with Chad faces around?

Whatever may happen in the future, I will always sympathize with incels, I will always remain blackpilled on how women truly choose their partners.
 
Go back to Reddit
 
who else high af rn
 
Someone ban this nigger
 
So you're not incel anymore
 
Sex-having men are not accepted here even if on board with our views. You are going to be banned. Hope everything works out for you and your girlfriend, though.
I am not a sex-having man, however. I merely did everything before that, but am still a virgin at 26.
 
I was a 26 year old dateless, hugless, handholdless, kissless virgin, up until one week ago. Now, I am virgin who hugged, held hands, dated and kissed. And have a real shot at losing my virginity as well. Because the ideal girl approached me. But rather than becoming bluepilled, I became more jaded and blackpilled: let me tell you why.


I've been diagnozed with severe social anxiety by three separate psychologists, take medication, but to little avail. My anxiety so extreme I rejected some girls I've actually liked, way back in high school. Some may call me a volcel, but I'm an incel: I didn't choose to freak out whenever people speak to me.

I cannot tell whether I'm ugly or not. Some compliment my appearance, but whenever I look in the mirror, I just see an abomination. That's a by-product of social anxiety. I'm definitely no "Chad", being Ashkenazi Jewish, with a slight hook nose, thick wavy hair, a narrow skull and a boyish face. Imagine Timothee Chalamet in uglier, that's literally me. I am perceivably intelligent, having been IQ tested at 127 with 21.


I lived the life of a social recluse up to 26, without hope to ever touch a pretty young woman. But boy I did, and boy was she ideal.

She texted me first, believe it or not. She basically set up our first date. The "how" is a long story, but let me say it happened by extreme luck, through an old lady who gave private art lessons and spoke very high of me to all her other students, one of which happened to be her. Our first date was in an art gallery, we were both genuinely fascinated by the paintings and held an hour-long conversation about them. She was the one to request a second date immediately.

Our third date lasted four hours because our talk was just that engaging, our fourth date lasted six, our fifth "only" four, but ended up being very touchy and physical. I've never met a woman I could talk with about Van Gogh, economics, genetics, architecture, history for *hours*. Never. I doubt I will ever again. At 20, she spends most of her time indoors, reading, watching anime, drawing; indifferent to the cheap thrills, like drinking or casual sex.

I've yet to mention her appearance, because of how adorable her personality is, but she's also pretty. No runaway model, she has some facial flaws, but is naturally pretty. She has long, straight, raven hair & light blue eyes (that combination alone is a lottery win), a small face with a big round forehead, is pale, short and petite.

Sounds too ideal to be real, does she? Well, she's real. Don't trick yourself into believing that naturally pretty, intelligent, classy, worthwhile women don't exist out there: that's a cope. They exist, I met one. Obviously, only Chad will marry one like her.

The phase of the relationship we are in is "making out". She let me caress her whole neck and face area, parts of her legs for hours in a cinema and a concert we visited, later telling me she enjoyed the touches. Fifth date, I kissed her goodbye, she embraced the back of my head as I did. I never imagined experiencing anything similar, yet here I am.

I can still ruin everything and not get sex, but the feeling of being desired by a woman so precious already changed me as a person. Now, back to the topic: what made me actually more blackpilled about finally experiencing the attraction of a really wonderful woman?

The fact that even she STILL CARES ABOUT MY APPEARANCE, a lot, in the most shallow way imaginable.

See, I never commented on her appearance. Never. She knows she's pretty and many men want to jizz in her (she's even been harassed sometimes), why would I paraphrase the obvious to her? So I focussed on complimenting her thoughts, her dreams, her ambitions.

What she liked me for? Well, she definitely enjoys my erudition, our common interests, but here's the catch: she's obsessed with my height. You know the blackpill small girls crave tall men? It's 100% true. I am 6'1'' and of average build, not exceptional. But since she's a petite 5'3'' waif, I tower over her and could subdue her with one arm. And this physical fact is something she pointed out so, so often. She also complimented my wavy hair once, implying how she disliked a balding man.

So, even this angel of a woman - intelligent, classy, analytical - still openly judges men a based on their appearance. On how long some fucking bones in their legs happen to be, whether they have hair. If even *she* judges men on these trivialties so openly, how extremely shallow and purely visual must the average woman be? How can I be ever sure a woman ever likes *me*, my indeed unique mind, if there are taller, more muscular men than me with Chad faces around?

Whatever may happen in the future, I will always sympathize with incels, I will always remain blackpilled on how women truly choose their partners.
Will you let me cast a love spell on your girlfriend.
 
I've been diagnozed with severe social anxiety by three separate psychologists, take medication, but to little avail. My anxiety so extreme I rejected some girls I've actually liked, way back in high school. Some may call me a volcel, but I'm an incel: I didn't choose to freak out whenever people speak to me.

I cannot tell whether I'm ugly or not. Some compliment my appearance, but whenever I look in the mirror, I just see an abomination. That's a by-product of social anxiety. I'm definitely no "Chad", being Ashkenazi Jewish, with a slight hook nose, thick wavy hair, a narrow skull and a boyish face. Imagine Timothee Chalamet in uglier, that's literally me. I am perceivably intelligent, having been IQ tested at 127 with 21.

One

Our third date lasted four hours because our talk was just that engaging, our fourth date lasted six, our fifth "only" four, but ended up being very touchy and physical. I've never met a woman I could talk with about Van Gogh, economics, genetics, architecture, history for *hours*. Never. I doubt I will ever again. At 20, she spends most of her time indoors, reading, watching anime, drawing; indifferent to the cheap thrills, like drinking or casual sex.

I've yet to mention her appearance, because of how adorable her personality is, but she's also pretty. No runaway model, she has some facial flaws, but is naturally pretty. She has long, straight, raven hair & light blue eyes (that combination alone is a lottery win), a small face with a big round forehead, is pale, short and petite.

Two

What she liked me for? Well, she definitely enjoys my erudition, our common interests, but here's the catch: she's obsessed with my height. You know the blackpill small girls crave tall men? It's 100% true. I am 6'1'' and of average build, not exceptional. But since she's a petite 5'3'' waif, I tower over her and could subdue her with one arm. And this physical fact is something she pointed out so, so often. She also complimented my wavy hair once, implying how she disliked a balding man.

Three

So, even this angel of a woman - intelligent, classy, analytical - still openly judges men a based on their appearance. On how long some fucking bones in their legs happen to be, whether they have hair. If even *she* judges men on these trivialties so openly, how extremely shallow and purely visual must the average woman be? How can I be ever sure a woman ever likes *me*, my indeed unique mind, if there are taller, more muscular men than me with Chad faces around?

Four
 
You aren't supposed to talk of these kinds of things on here.
 
inceldom is defined by not being able to have sex
I never demonstrated that ability so far. You can accuse me of being theoretically able to. I can accuse you of the same. I am a virgin and I identify as one.
 
Timothee Chalamet

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Hmm...
 
2023cels need to be round up

@shii410 @Diocel
 
I was a 26 year old dateless, hugless, handholdless, kissless virgin, up until one week ago. Now, I am virgin who hugged, held hands, dated and kissed. And have a real shot at losing my virginity as well. Because the ideal girl approached me. But rather than becoming bluepilled, I became more jaded and blackpilled: let me tell you why.


I've been diagnozed with severe social anxiety by three separate psychologists, take medication, but to little avail. My anxiety so extreme I rejected some girls I've actually liked, way back in high school. Some may call me a volcel, but I'm an incel: I didn't choose to freak out whenever people speak to me.

I cannot tell whether I'm ugly or not. Some compliment my appearance, but whenever I look in the mirror, I just see an abomination. That's a by-product of social anxiety. I'm definitely no "Chad", being Ashkenazi Jewish, with a slight hook nose, thick wavy hair, a narrow skull and a boyish face. Imagine Timothee Chalamet in uglier, that's literally me. I am perceivably intelligent, having been IQ tested at 127 with 21.


I lived the life of a social recluse up to 26, without hope to ever touch a pretty young woman. But boy I did, and boy was she ideal.

She texted me first, believe it or not. She basically set up our first date. The "how" is a long story, but let me say it happened by extreme luck, through an old lady who gave private art lessons and spoke very high of me to all her other students, one of which happened to be her. Our first date was in an art gallery, we were both genuinely fascinated by the paintings and held an hour-long conversation about them. She was the one to request a second date immediately.

Our third date lasted four hours because our talk was just that engaging, our fourth date lasted six, our fifth "only" four, but ended up being very touchy and physical. I've never met a woman I could talk with about Van Gogh, economics, genetics, architecture, history for *hours*. Never. I doubt I will ever again. At 20, she spends most of her time indoors, reading, watching anime, drawing; indifferent to the cheap thrills, like drinking or casual sex.

I've yet to mention her appearance, because of how adorable her personality is, but she's also pretty. No runaway model, she has some facial flaws, but is naturally pretty. She has long, straight, raven hair & light blue eyes (that combination alone is a lottery win), a small face with a big round forehead, is pale, short and petite.

Sounds too ideal to be real, does she? Well, she's real. Don't trick yourself into believing that naturally pretty, intelligent, classy, worthwhile women don't exist out there: that's a cope. They exist, I met one. Obviously, only Chad will marry one like her.

The phase of the relationship we are in is "making out". She let me caress her whole neck and face area, parts of her legs for hours in a cinema and a concert we visited, later telling me she enjoyed the touches. Fifth date, I kissed her goodbye, she embraced the back of my head as I did. I never imagined experiencing anything similar, yet here I am.

I can still ruin everything and not get sex, but the feeling of being desired by a woman so precious already changed me as a person. Now, back to the topic: what made me actually more blackpilled about finally experiencing the attraction of a really wonderful woman?

The fact that even she STILL CARES ABOUT MY APPEARANCE, a lot, in the most shallow way imaginable.

See, I never commented on her appearance. Never. She knows she's pretty and many men want to jizz in her (she's even been harassed sometimes), why would I paraphrase the obvious to her? So I focussed on complimenting her thoughts, her dreams, her ambitions.

What she liked me for? Well, she definitely enjoys my erudition, our common interests, but here's the catch: she's obsessed with my height. You know the blackpill small girls crave tall men? It's 100% true. I am 6'1'' and of average build, not exceptional. But since she's a petite 5'3'' waif, I tower over her and could subdue her with one arm. And this physical fact is something she pointed out so, so often. She also complimented my wavy hair once, implying how she disliked a balding man.

So, even this angel of a woman - intelligent, classy, analytical - still openly judges men a based on their appearance. On how long some fucking bones in their legs happen to be, whether they have hair. If even *she* judges men on these trivialties so openly, how extremely shallow and purely visual must the average woman be? How can I be ever sure a woman ever likes *me*, my indeed unique mind, if there are taller, more muscular men than me with Chad faces around?

Whatever may happen in the future, I will always sympathize with incels, I will always remain blackpilled on how women truly choose their partners.
My hebrew friend, incels are like Roman legionaries, in that once you're over the Rubicon, then there is no going back. You've crossed the river and have conceded as much above. While your honesty is an aberration considering your jewish pedigree, it will do you a disservice here.
 
I never demonstrated that ability so far. You can accuse me of being theoretically able to. I can accuse you of the same. I am a virgin and I identify as one.
you dated a girl.right?then it means that you have a certain chance to have sex in the futur
 
Goalpost moving.
Not being able to have sex = involuntary celibate.
it's over for girlfriendhavercels :feelsrope:

it never began for you datehavers... so sad. :cryfeels:
 
yeah by rape,all of us can but not by consent
There's a nonzero chance you get laid by consent one day. There's a nonzero chance I get laid by consent one day.

Where's the difference? Where do you draw the line?
 
Lucky you. The thing is she may judge you and other men because of shallow traits, but it's a different thing if she acts on these judgements. Will she monkey branch because a taller guy showed up or you started losing hair? Time will tell. If she does branch then she's just as animalistic and shallow as most of the other women are.

I do wish you don't get banned. incel.is user's experiences in dating could be a good addition here. This forum would get more focused on black pill instead of ldar.
 
I am in the bottom 5% or so of men that never once had sex at 26. That's sad.
the ones that did have had sex... most were with escorts or with random meaningless encounters that gave them herpes.

Having a girlfriend is much rarer than having sex, I assure you that. Consider yourself blessed. Mazel tov.
 
I do wish you don't get banned. incel.is user's experiences in dating could be a good addition here. This forum would get more focused on black pill instead of ldar.
Ban me? For what? Being a 26 yo virgin who identifies with the blackpill?

I bring experience to the table confirming what's been postulated here and people antagonize me for differing in some minor aspects. Great community you are.
 
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Greycel shut up nigger​

 
Most incel user of 2023
 
Don't trick yourself into believing that naturally pretty, intelligent, classy, worthwhile women don't exist out there: that's a cope. They exist, I met one. Obviously, only Chad will marry one like her.
This is the only worthwhile sentence in this rancid bragpost. And it's true, some women are worth something, but they are Chad only.
Anyway, once mods ban this retard please leave this thread up, this is what we're all missing out on.
 
the ones that did have had sex... most were with escorts or with random meaningless encounters that gave them herpes.

Having a girlfriend is much rarer than having sex, I assure you that. Consider yourself blessed. Mazel tov.
i atleast mog him by fucking escort at 17
 
the ones that did have had sex... most were with escorts or with random meaningless encounters that gave them herpes.
Sex is never meaningless, if it is consensual and unpaid. That means a woman deemed you worthy of helping you to multiply your genes. It's the highest form of social approval.
 
Anyway, once mods ban this retard please leave this thread up, this is what we're all missing out on.
So do I. I never had sex with her. Maybe I never will. There are chaddier men around and female attraction, even that of high-value women, turned out to be fickle and superficial.
 

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