I was made to believe that she liked me, I am not hurt by this incident at all, because it has happened to me and the last few iterations the pain of rejection has only decreased - infact it not happening to me is bizarre. The last time I cried to myself, knowing to myself how pathetic I was to think some BPD egirl actually liked me, and that she actually 'cheated' on me, looking back at it now - it was well and truly the most pathetic moment of my life, I am so ugly that I had to resort to dating mentally ill girls online. And this time was no exception, except she did lead me on but she did eventually admit that she thought I was very 'intelligent' and funny and nothing more, of course I wasn't mad but I had just accepted that. We met up, I did insist on her meeting up with me, she offered to hold my hand, at first I thought, "Wow! This is finally my time to ascend!", but another thought crossed my mind, the fact that she did not at all see me as a romantic partner, and merely saw me as a freind and she had told me before that when we meet up she'd treat me like her lesbian freinds, so if I did grab her hand I would be treated as the equivalent of her gay best freind. I told her no but she grabbed my hand, and after a while I let her hand go, I felt disgusted that I was seen as an object of pity and that she would never consider me romantically attractive and that she only felt pity for me.
I thought she would be my wife, we have the same interest in literature, she is quite intelligent for a foid, in fact this intelligence is maldapative in her case since her attraction for men is much less then for women; her ex-boyfreind was a feminiene jbw twink who was very tall and a white nationlist, before that she had an ugly JBWmaxxed white guy who she groomed and abused (nearly to suicide may I add) and before that a really fat asian guy. Infact she confessed to me that she enjoys tormenting me and leading me on, and that she is a self-admitted "neurotic piece of shit" and that I should not chase her any longer, and she was right, her treating me nicely in real life was nothing short of torment. She gave me a piece of the warmth that I would never experience again, and she knew that I knew that it was all a facade and that in reality I am a repulsive disgusting ugly man. She also told me the sordid details of her past relationships such as a stepping on some random guys balls, weird fucking roleplay, seeing her ex as a son, not caring that her ex-boyfreind was a white nationlist and using him to get over her previous ex-boyfreind, telling me that I am a fucking subhuman etc.
All in all, I really want to advise any incels that talking to bpd women will never lead to anything but having a slice of the cake, no merely crumbs of the cakes that is human intimacy and affection - and that those crumbs were thrown with malignant intentions. Please do not talk to e-girls, please do not talk to women who are knowledgeable about inceldom, please do not talk to lesbian/bi-sexual women who might be intelligent and remember women see men as an ends to a goal, namely for procuring offspring with good genetics. Also dissimulation and manipulation are innate traits for the female sex, spare yourself the misery of interacting with them and don't base your happiness on something as precarious as femoids, they are well and truly subhumans. Women will never love as men love, for a mans love can be metaphysical and his loyalty will show no end, while a women is simply a cunning succubus.
I thought she would be my wife, we have the same interest in literature, she is quite intelligent for a foid, in fact this intelligence is maldapative in her case since her attraction for men is much less then for women; her ex-boyfreind was a feminiene jbw twink who was very tall and a white nationlist, before that she had an ugly JBWmaxxed white guy who she groomed and abused (nearly to suicide may I add) and before that a really fat asian guy. Infact she confessed to me that she enjoys tormenting me and leading me on, and that she is a self-admitted "neurotic piece of shit" and that I should not chase her any longer, and she was right, her treating me nicely in real life was nothing short of torment. She gave me a piece of the warmth that I would never experience again, and she knew that I knew that it was all a facade and that in reality I am a repulsive disgusting ugly man. She also told me the sordid details of her past relationships such as a stepping on some random guys balls, weird fucking roleplay, seeing her ex as a son, not caring that her ex-boyfreind was a white nationlist and using him to get over her previous ex-boyfreind, telling me that I am a fucking subhuman etc.
All in all, I really want to advise any incels that talking to bpd women will never lead to anything but having a slice of the cake, no merely crumbs of the cakes that is human intimacy and affection - and that those crumbs were thrown with malignant intentions. Please do not talk to e-girls, please do not talk to women who are knowledgeable about inceldom, please do not talk to lesbian/bi-sexual women who might be intelligent and remember women see men as an ends to a goal, namely for procuring offspring with good genetics. Also dissimulation and manipulation are innate traits for the female sex, spare yourself the misery of interacting with them and don't base your happiness on something as precarious as femoids, they are well and truly subhumans. Women will never love as men love, for a mans love can be metaphysical and his loyalty will show no end, while a women is simply a cunning succubus.
