So I was out on a work trip, with my coworker, who is a middle aged normie who was a chad-lite in his prime. He's extremely charismatic, and on this project he hired his brother as an assistant.
Enter his brother: a bald, 50 year old Truecel who is 5'3. My coworker would make small talk with roasties and joke with them, and whenever the truecel would try interacting with them he'd get shot down brutally. Why does he even try is beyond me.
Although it was never explicit that he's a truecel, but consistently with the blackpill he should be one. So I wanted to dig deeper, and directly tackled the subject with him:
In the Middle-East (where I live), small talk about family is common, even with people you don't know that well. So I was like ...
"So i hear **my-coworker** has many brothers. How many guys are you in the family "
Truecel: "We're eight brothers"
"That's cool. Are you all married ?"
Truecel: "All my brothers execpt me."
Truecel: *continues with a confident tone* I'm not interested in marriage. NO, NO, and NO !
I then gave the truecel a "you're not fooling anyone" look.
JFL at this thin facade of trying to pretend HE's the one not interested in marriage. In the middle east, marriage is codename for getting laid. If you're not incel, then you should be easily married by 50.
I wonder if this truecel realizes the true nature of why he's never gotten laid: his looks.
JFL at the brutality of being mogged by your SEVEN younger siblings. Genetic recombination can be a bitch.
Enter his brother: a bald, 50 year old Truecel who is 5'3. My coworker would make small talk with roasties and joke with them, and whenever the truecel would try interacting with them he'd get shot down brutally. Why does he even try is beyond me.
Although it was never explicit that he's a truecel, but consistently with the blackpill he should be one. So I wanted to dig deeper, and directly tackled the subject with him:
In the Middle-East (where I live), small talk about family is common, even with people you don't know that well. So I was like ...
"So i hear **my-coworker** has many brothers. How many guys are you in the family "
Truecel: "We're eight brothers"
"That's cool. Are you all married ?"
Truecel: "All my brothers execpt me."
Truecel: *continues with a confident tone* I'm not interested in marriage. NO, NO, and NO !
I then gave the truecel a "you're not fooling anyone" look.
JFL at this thin facade of trying to pretend HE's the one not interested in marriage. In the middle east, marriage is codename for getting laid. If you're not incel, then you should be easily married by 50.
I wonder if this truecel realizes the true nature of why he's never gotten laid: his looks.
JFL at the brutality of being mogged by your SEVEN younger siblings. Genetic recombination can be a bitch.
