I was at a corporate function last night, and a short, little bit fat, obviously autistic but cool south indian chick smiled at me and seemed to enjoy talking to me. It was the best feeling ever. We hung out all night talking, swapped numbers etc.
Obviously this was a dream, and none of this actually happened.
But it was shocking to realize just how overjoyed I would be, if any woman I ever met, ever showed me any positive attention at all. It was euphoric.
Men who are successful with women must live in a fantasy world where most days are like this in real life. Imagine if most women wanted you, and you were able to think about pursuing something with who you most like and want.
But my "standard"? Smiles at me while being female. After decades of inceldom, that's it. The first woman who was into me, would have me. I'd be so thankful for finally being desired by anyone, that I'd probably mistake that feeling of gratitude for "love" and I'd spend the duration of any relationship that followed, genuinely and unironically believing I loved that person. That's how it was in the dream, anyway.
But I'm 44 years old, and nothing like that has ever happened in about 30 years of thinking that having some kind of girlfriend to share life with would be a good thing. So I've learned to have realistic expectations, and not go looking for impossible things in unlikely places. Or anywhere really, because nothing good like that ever happens in real life, and it's simply not worth setting yourself up for the inevitable fall.
Stick to what you've learned from blackpills, keep your expectations realistic, and try to make peace with an asexual life. It's easier for your heart to deal with.
Obviously this was a dream, and none of this actually happened.But it was shocking to realize just how overjoyed I would be, if any woman I ever met, ever showed me any positive attention at all. It was euphoric.
Men who are successful with women must live in a fantasy world where most days are like this in real life. Imagine if most women wanted you, and you were able to think about pursuing something with who you most like and want.
But my "standard"? Smiles at me while being female. After decades of inceldom, that's it. The first woman who was into me, would have me. I'd be so thankful for finally being desired by anyone, that I'd probably mistake that feeling of gratitude for "love" and I'd spend the duration of any relationship that followed, genuinely and unironically believing I loved that person. That's how it was in the dream, anyway.
But I'm 44 years old, and nothing like that has ever happened in about 30 years of thinking that having some kind of girlfriend to share life with would be a good thing. So I've learned to have realistic expectations, and not go looking for impossible things in unlikely places. Or anywhere really, because nothing good like that ever happens in real life, and it's simply not worth setting yourself up for the inevitable fall.
Stick to what you've learned from blackpills, keep your expectations realistic, and try to make peace with an asexual life. It's easier for your heart to deal with.
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