Imagine texting this one number that you've gotten in a week, timing and tailoring your messages precisely to avoid looking like the no-play-having loser you are, just so this complete stranger of a female doesn't flake and ghost you. And she fucking does.
This is the absolute state of bluepilled incels and normies. The absolute state of beta males whose sole purpose in the dating world is to act as leavening agents for the Chads and Chadlites, and as court jesters for bored females. Going up to anything with a cunt and lavishing them with attention and flattery, with no regard for anything else, simply because they are so sex deprived that they will not only put up with throwing hour upon hour of time and money at a female who they find thoroughly uninteresting in all other respects, but will aimlessly wander cyberspace and realspace, begging any female who'll tolerate them for the opportunity.
Sycophancy has become a point of male pride. It's pathetic.
The blackpill saves money, time, and dignity. The blackpill saves life.
This is the absolute state of bluepilled incels and normies. The absolute state of beta males whose sole purpose in the dating world is to act as leavening agents for the Chads and Chadlites, and as court jesters for bored females. Going up to anything with a cunt and lavishing them with attention and flattery, with no regard for anything else, simply because they are so sex deprived that they will not only put up with throwing hour upon hour of time and money at a female who they find thoroughly uninteresting in all other respects, but will aimlessly wander cyberspace and realspace, begging any female who'll tolerate them for the opportunity.
Sycophancy has become a point of male pride. It's pathetic.
The blackpill saves money, time, and dignity. The blackpill saves life.
