Another incel's story, summarized, from memory:
"I had spent months asking out possibly over a hundred women on dates, I understood that because the dating pool is so large I cannot expect to find someone in a month, but then it became two months, so I lowered my standards. Still, nothing came of it; I felt like the world was off-kilter, maybe I was going insane. I finally decided to hit the bottom of the barrel, not out of desperation, I would never actually date these women, but I needed someone to say yes or I was going to fucking snap. It was when a woman, whose appearance is laughably grotesque, meaning I literally laughed while swiping, rejected me and even insinuated disapproval of my proposition, then -- right then I knew, it was fucking over."
