TL;DR: I went to a private club two nights, one with a facial disguise, one without to compare the response I got. Without a disguise, I was ignored as if was not a human; with the disguise I was not only treated like a human, but considered to be a potentially romantic object.
Some Background
I'm a member of a few private members clubs here in London and around the world. I often go there to drink and enjoy the view, or the pool, or just to hang out with my own peace of mind. Sometimes I will go with people I know, but for the most part I go own my own and that's ok.
Some other information: the particular club I used for this experiment disallows members from approaching other members whom they do not know. This rule is in place partially to protect celebrity members and give them a place to feel safe, but the rule obviously applies to all members. Furthermore, the 'bar culture' in the UK is different to the USA. People in the US are often recommended to go the bar to meet people, but that's not how it works here: approaching people in the bar is a bit of a social faux pas (ignoring even the rules of this club) even in normal clubs/pubs, that's not really something people do.
The Hypothesis
The hypothesis is simple: It's the blackpill, plain and simple, although specifically in reference to myself (but I would wager that the results would be replicable, and encourage you to try). Let me write the hypothesis formally as follows:
On one Friday night (Which we shall call T1), I went to a specific club of which I am a member and sat alone at the bar. I was dressed well: designer jeans, Gucci loafers (gold buckle), Gucci belt (gold buckle), Tom Ford Henley shirt (which nicely reveals my gymcel upper-body), and a Balmain jacket. I had showered prior to going out and was wearing a subtle, but not, at point blanc imperceivable, spritz of Chanel Cologne. I took out a book (A Dance with Dragons part 2) and sat it on the bar in front of me. I then ordered neat doubles of Scotch and waited to be approached.
T1: I was at the bar from 8:46 until 11:30 and was approached zero times.
The second approach (A2) occurred a little while later. At the departure of the first girl, I had taken a few good sips of my second drink. By the arrival of the second girl, I had nearly finished it. The bar was a little busier now, and there were no free seats. She walked up to it to order a drink, and in so doing stood next to me. While she waited for the bartender to serve those who had arrived before her, I heard her say that she was "not a fan of that series" and realised she was talking to me. I turned around. She giggled and apologised for intruding. I laughed it off, said 'not at all' and asked her what she meant about the series. We talked for a little while about different television shows. Our conversation was a little more banterous than A1, She would say she liked show X and I would chide her and say that Y show was so much better. It was all in good fun. As the conversation progressed we started talking about what we do for a living. At this point i was contemplating asking her if she wanted to sit and I could stand, but before I had to chair-cuck myself a couple of guys next to me got up and she took their place. We spoke for a while, she was working in a creative field which interests me, so I asked her a lot of questions. She didn't know a lot about finance but seemed keen to ask and try to understand precisely my field. After a few more drinks (we took some flaming shots) she started to clearly get very drunk and the bartender cut her off. She then decided she should probably go home. I asked her for her snapchat and she gave it to me.
The third approach (A3) happened only a few minutes after A2 ended, so just before 11:30. The bar was quieter though still lively. She took the seat one over for me while the bartender was making drinks for someone. She asked what I was drinking, I told her scotch, then she teased me by asking why on earth I'd drink that. I joked that I couldn't drink clear alcohol anymore after the time I woke up in the night thirsty-as-hell and mistook for water what transpired to be tequila. She laughed and introduced herself. She said she had never seen me here before, I told her I was new and that this wasn't my local club. We chatted a bit about the club and the new locations they were opening up, and then about travelling and holidays. This conversation was less banterous but more flirtations than A2. I told her that the perfect holiday was sushi and alcohol on a private beach and she enthusiastically agreed ("OH my God, Yes!") and joked that I ought to come with her on a holiday. It was going well, but I noticed the time was 11:45 and in the fairness of experimental timing told her that I hadn't realised the time and needed to get home to my dog. She sighed ("awww ok") but I asked her for her snapchat (she gave me that and her number) and then left.
Analysis and Conclusion (TL: DR)
After receiving snapchats from all three girls on T2, I sent them identical photos of my real face with the caption 'Just back from the barbers, feeling fresh!'.
The second and third girl immediately unadded me after opening the photo. The first girl opened it and never responded, but did not unadd me.
What can we conclude?
My personality did not prevent me from being considered as an object of potential romance. Rather, only changing facial features increased my romantic desirability by an infinite percentage. With my normal face and personality, zero people saw me worthy of romance. With a new face but my normal personality, 3 people in a short period of time saw me worth.
Conclusion: the face is the place.
Some Background
I'm a member of a few private members clubs here in London and around the world. I often go there to drink and enjoy the view, or the pool, or just to hang out with my own peace of mind. Sometimes I will go with people I know, but for the most part I go own my own and that's ok.
Some other information: the particular club I used for this experiment disallows members from approaching other members whom they do not know. This rule is in place partially to protect celebrity members and give them a place to feel safe, but the rule obviously applies to all members. Furthermore, the 'bar culture' in the UK is different to the USA. People in the US are often recommended to go the bar to meet people, but that's not how it works here: approaching people in the bar is a bit of a social faux pas (ignoring even the rules of this club) even in normal clubs/pubs, that's not really something people do.
The Hypothesis
The hypothesis is simple: It's the blackpill, plain and simple, although specifically in reference to myself (but I would wager that the results would be replicable, and encourage you to try). Let me write the hypothesis formally as follows:
It is not, on my part, an inability to communicate with women or foster attraction through humour and personality that has withheld romantic success, but my physical appearance. By artificially altering my appearance, I reason I will be treated by females as worthy of consideration for a romantic position; this being, as it normally stands, not the case.
The hypothesis is simply that. In contrast to the persiflage of normies, it is not my personality or ability to act as a romantic partner in potentia ought that has given me my incel title, but merely my appearance.
The Method
On one Friday night (Which we shall call T1), I went to a specific club of which I am a member and sat alone at the bar. I was dressed well: designer jeans, Gucci loafers (gold buckle), Gucci belt (gold buckle), Tom Ford Henley shirt (which nicely reveals my gymcel upper-body), and a Balmain jacket. I had showered prior to going out and was wearing a subtle, but not, at point blanc imperceivable, spritz of Chanel Cologne. I took out a book (A Dance with Dragons part 2) and sat it on the bar in front of me. I then ordered neat doubles of Scotch and waited to be approached.
A later Friday night (which we shall call T2), I went again to that same club, dressed, showering, and smelling the same, and sat alone at the same seat in the bar. However, immediately after arriving and clearing the front desk, but before taking my place at the bar, I went to the bathroom and entered a stall. Therein I withdrew from my bag a high quality fake beard (which cost a few hundred pounds) and a mirror, and began about applying it to myself. It is a full beard and totally masked my awful chin and jaw line. I also adorned a decent quality wig to mask my sub-par hairline. The wig's hairstyle was long enough that, after styling, it was able to partially obscure my abhorrent facial shape. I also put on a (not overly) large pair of reflective designer sunglasses, large enough to totally obscure my sub-human eye are. I returned my mirror and hair brush to my bag, and took my seat at the bar (book placed before me), where I waited to be approached.
The Results
T1: I was at the bar from 8:46 until 11:30 and was approached zero times.
T2: I was at the bar from 8:52 until 11:45 and was approached three times.
The first approach (A1) was about half way through my first drink. A girl took a seat next to me (it was not the only empty seat, although It was one of the only a few left open). She ordered a glass of champagne. When the bartender went to fetch her drink, she glanced at my book, then at me and asked what I was reading (assuming she was capable of reading, the answer should have been apparent from the large font title, so she was clearly looking for an excuse to engage). I told her, and spoke of how much I loved the books and the show. She agreed and enthusiastically started asking me about my favourite characters and least favourite characters; about what I thought would happen in the next season, etc. I answered her and returned the questions in a natural way. She was laughing at some points, and listening attentively at others, seemingly engaged. After a period of time (she was nearly finished with her second glass), a couple of girls whom I assume to be her friends came up the stairs and tapped her on the shoulder. She explained that she had gotten too lost in the conversation to mention that she had been waiting for friends and that now they were here she had to go and drink them. Before she left she asked if I had snapchat. I gave it to her and then she left to go upstairs.
The second approach (A2) occurred a little while later. At the departure of the first girl, I had taken a few good sips of my second drink. By the arrival of the second girl, I had nearly finished it. The bar was a little busier now, and there were no free seats. She walked up to it to order a drink, and in so doing stood next to me. While she waited for the bartender to serve those who had arrived before her, I heard her say that she was "not a fan of that series" and realised she was talking to me. I turned around. She giggled and apologised for intruding. I laughed it off, said 'not at all' and asked her what she meant about the series. We talked for a little while about different television shows. Our conversation was a little more banterous than A1, She would say she liked show X and I would chide her and say that Y show was so much better. It was all in good fun. As the conversation progressed we started talking about what we do for a living. At this point i was contemplating asking her if she wanted to sit and I could stand, but before I had to chair-cuck myself a couple of guys next to me got up and she took their place. We spoke for a while, she was working in a creative field which interests me, so I asked her a lot of questions. She didn't know a lot about finance but seemed keen to ask and try to understand precisely my field. After a few more drinks (we took some flaming shots) she started to clearly get very drunk and the bartender cut her off. She then decided she should probably go home. I asked her for her snapchat and she gave it to me.
The third approach (A3) happened only a few minutes after A2 ended, so just before 11:30. The bar was quieter though still lively. She took the seat one over for me while the bartender was making drinks for someone. She asked what I was drinking, I told her scotch, then she teased me by asking why on earth I'd drink that. I joked that I couldn't drink clear alcohol anymore after the time I woke up in the night thirsty-as-hell and mistook for water what transpired to be tequila. She laughed and introduced herself. She said she had never seen me here before, I told her I was new and that this wasn't my local club. We chatted a bit about the club and the new locations they were opening up, and then about travelling and holidays. This conversation was less banterous but more flirtations than A2. I told her that the perfect holiday was sushi and alcohol on a private beach and she enthusiastically agreed ("OH my God, Yes!") and joked that I ought to come with her on a holiday. It was going well, but I noticed the time was 11:45 and in the fairness of experimental timing told her that I hadn't realised the time and needed to get home to my dog. She sighed ("awww ok") but I asked her for her snapchat (she gave me that and her number) and then left.
Analysis and Conclusion (TL: DR)
After receiving snapchats from all three girls on T2, I sent them identical photos of my real face with the caption 'Just back from the barbers, feeling fresh!'.
The second and third girl immediately unadded me after opening the photo. The first girl opened it and never responded, but did not unadd me.
What can we conclude?
My personality did not prevent me from being considered as an object of potential romance. Rather, only changing facial features increased my romantic desirability by an infinite percentage. With my normal face and personality, zero people saw me worthy of romance. With a new face but my normal personality, 3 people in a short period of time saw me worth.
Conclusion: the face is the place.
