An incel who hasn't an experience of romance/love and the dynamics of getting physical, with or without a commitment - will really fumble with a woman in any formal/informal setting.
And that's suicidal - because the male-female dynamic is a power game and you are playing with no weapons in your arsenal. The awkwardness is only cute in the teen years when you are learning to have sex. The women with whom you are trying to ascend had already done the masters degree in a field in which you are trying to get into. Your innocence doesn't excite her vagina. Only the thrill of the power game does it.
By now you would have ascertained why betabux is a non starter. The imagination of yours for years would never be met in reality owing to the not so enthusiastic female partner - think about it logically: you are the nth customer for the week and thus the hooker 'puts up' with it till you are done, gets the dime and slams the door shut. Not much different with the roastie with whom you are trying to ascend, you are the nth love(=customer) as well. You await to witness the mutual validations, the restlessness, the excitement, commitment (possible only in the innocent years when the skepticism on the opposite sex is nil/low) while all you get (if at all you are getting ) is a starfish sex. She had already gone through all of it years back and considers them all to be a farce; it's a quid pro quo deal now.
TL ; DR: 'its over' in many words.
And that's suicidal - because the male-female dynamic is a power game and you are playing with no weapons in your arsenal. The awkwardness is only cute in the teen years when you are learning to have sex. The women with whom you are trying to ascend had already done the masters degree in a field in which you are trying to get into. Your innocence doesn't excite her vagina. Only the thrill of the power game does it.
By now you would have ascertained why betabux is a non starter. The imagination of yours for years would never be met in reality owing to the not so enthusiastic female partner - think about it logically: you are the nth customer for the week and thus the hooker 'puts up' with it till you are done, gets the dime and slams the door shut. Not much different with the roastie with whom you are trying to ascend, you are the nth love(=customer) as well. You await to witness the mutual validations, the restlessness, the excitement, commitment (possible only in the innocent years when the skepticism on the opposite sex is nil/low) while all you get (if at all you are getting ) is a starfish sex. She had already gone through all of it years back and considers them all to be a farce; it's a quid pro quo deal now.
TL ; DR: 'its over' in many words.
