So you've been a virgin, starved of female attention all your life on account of weak/no SMV. But you don't call yourself an incel for it displeases the women in reddit and blue pill world taught you never to do that. But you inherently knew women being whores else why would you chase a high net worth to attract her. By the way, you can never turn her on by her governing instinct; it's just the forebrain telling her to be nice to you a la how a hooker tries a technique for an additional tip. It's called manipulation but you don't/won't agree, for you are too engaged in the prospect of getting yourself validated from the attention.
Thus for the blue pill man, a women is a whore and not a whore. Schrödinger's cat kinda. Everything he does to woo her bases on the fact that she's a whore, but she's not one. Don't ask why, don't dig deep, else it's 'spotted the incel'.
Let's get back to the woman you are chasing. She, in her teen years felt every high from the attention, been taken to sexual peaks from men whom she can only dare to desire but can never attain or get to commit. And then as her forebrain makes it's presence felt, she spent some more years trying to bargain some self-respect in exchange for her pussy (and failed). Like how most men in 2021 are de facto incels but they don't like to call them so, the modern women for all practical purposes is a slut but you don't call them one.
As years rolled by, there creeps in a low self-worth, which she tries to overcome with 'am over the crazy years' 'not into games anymore' 'my standards are high'. Lost all that capability to love a man (that nature programmed into her) by her own choices, but will never introspect about it for it will open a Pandora's box, a tsunami of regret carefully kept contained with a heavy lid of ego. Having lost the feminine nature, lost the childlike features that nature gave her to attract a man and his commitment but thrown away freely to every Chad in the name of smashing the restrictions her father placed on her, smashing the patriarchy and such feminist traps, all she has is regrets.
Her value derives it's origin not from the actual but from the thirst of men who still don't know her reality. The summation of the dreams men had, an imaginary figure that they cultivated and hoped to get, projected on this Roastie pussy. The irony. Men who fucked her evaded commitment for they know what she's worth. But no, don't acknowledge these razor sharp truths that hurts.
To assume that a momentary course correction from her would keep her away from the past tendencies is laughable. Even if she isn't meandering, that woman, a bag of regrets, sadness and hate, can never fill your life with any ounce of happiness. A few weeks of honeymoon phase where she keeps you deluded with a 'finally I found an unicorn' hope only to take you down the trench of depression along with her with a lifetime of nagging.
And in one such sleepless night, as you lurk in r/deadbedrooms, the roastie emasculated you to the point of not having even the courage to rope, you would have one more regret to add: 'shouldn't have shit on those incels....'
Thus for the blue pill man, a women is a whore and not a whore. Schrödinger's cat kinda. Everything he does to woo her bases on the fact that she's a whore, but she's not one. Don't ask why, don't dig deep, else it's 'spotted the incel'.
Let's get back to the woman you are chasing. She, in her teen years felt every high from the attention, been taken to sexual peaks from men whom she can only dare to desire but can never attain or get to commit. And then as her forebrain makes it's presence felt, she spent some more years trying to bargain some self-respect in exchange for her pussy (and failed). Like how most men in 2021 are de facto incels but they don't like to call them so, the modern women for all practical purposes is a slut but you don't call them one.
As years rolled by, there creeps in a low self-worth, which she tries to overcome with 'am over the crazy years' 'not into games anymore' 'my standards are high'. Lost all that capability to love a man (that nature programmed into her) by her own choices, but will never introspect about it for it will open a Pandora's box, a tsunami of regret carefully kept contained with a heavy lid of ego. Having lost the feminine nature, lost the childlike features that nature gave her to attract a man and his commitment but thrown away freely to every Chad in the name of smashing the restrictions her father placed on her, smashing the patriarchy and such feminist traps, all she has is regrets.
Her value derives it's origin not from the actual but from the thirst of men who still don't know her reality. The summation of the dreams men had, an imaginary figure that they cultivated and hoped to get, projected on this Roastie pussy. The irony. Men who fucked her evaded commitment for they know what she's worth. But no, don't acknowledge these razor sharp truths that hurts.
To assume that a momentary course correction from her would keep her away from the past tendencies is laughable. Even if she isn't meandering, that woman, a bag of regrets, sadness and hate, can never fill your life with any ounce of happiness. A few weeks of honeymoon phase where she keeps you deluded with a 'finally I found an unicorn' hope only to take you down the trench of depression along with her with a lifetime of nagging.
And in one such sleepless night, as you lurk in r/deadbedrooms, the roastie emasculated you to the point of not having even the courage to rope, you would have one more regret to add: 'shouldn't have shit on those incels....'
