I’m sure a few of you have heard this story, but basically there was this 6/10 noodlewhore that works at Walgreens and my mother once started talking to her and having some small talk while I stood next to her like a retard. They were just complimenting each other’s hair and other retarded foid shit that I had to stand there and listen to knowing that this foid my mother was talking with would never want me.
I then went to the same store another random day and that same asian girl was at the register, so as I’m paying for my shit she turns around and says: “Isn’t your mom the one who needed help with the mascara?” So I said yeah and she said “tell her I said hi” and then I walked out of the store feeling a small dosage of lifefuel for a foid actually speaking to me. (as you will see, it wasn’t lifefuel)
Here’s how the next few interactions went:
-I went there with my mother again, she started talking to the noodlewhore and then she does the most cringefuel shit I could possibly imagine. She tries playing wingmom by setting up a date with me and this foid. By this point this noodlewhore is extremely uncomfortable and I say some autistic shit along the lines of “well that’s not for you to decide, ma” followed by an awkward chuckle. Then there’s a 10 second silence, with my mother completely oblivious to the cringe she has brought upon me in front of this foid, so she smiles and tells the noodlewhore to have a nice day.
-I saw the girl again another day, and I attempted to ask her out and I struck up a conversation with her. This foid was very softspoken and something about her tone of voice just screamed college liberal. I tried to compliment her hair but she became even more uncomfortable, then said she would dye it. I tried to tell her it looked good the way it does in an attempt at to come off as some kind of “alpha” who isn’t afraid to speak his mind, but it just made the whole conversation awkward as fuck, so she turns around and says “noo, I’m going to dye my hair red…” (red flag, quite literally)
I then ended the conversation by saying “maybe we’ll see each other again, implying that I wanted to see her more. She gave me a fake smile and she said sure, but the most brutal part was when I turned around as I was walking away. She turned to her manager and she looked completely and utterly disgusted. This made me want to fucking die.
-Next time I went in there pretty much sealed my fate, I was grabbing a case of water bottles and as I made my way to the register, she was there. She then saw me and ran upstairs to the employees only area, looking down at me like I’m some kind of freak that she was terrified of, because hiding herself and having another employee ring me up.
-I didn’t see her again for a while after that, and a few months went by until I saw her again in the winter. I then tried to strike up another conversation with her as she was stocking more shelves (don’t ask why, I was just really trying hard)
And boy was it the most awkward fucking conversation I ever had. She stared at me as if I was some kind of Down syndrome child, and my voice was literally shaking as I was trying to talk to her and I know she could notice this. She looked completely uninterested, so I finally accepted my fate. (Mind you I was wearing a buttoned up shirt, a leather jacket, leather boots, my hair was gelled, and I had cologne on. So much for “just dress good bro”)
-A week later I’m in the store and I’m just grabbing some paper towels, when I turn to my right I see her, but this time she isn’t in her uniform, she was just buying something normally. Then what I see standing next to her made me want to fucking kill myself: A 6’3 muscular Chad holding her fucking hand, and this guy mogged her looksmatch to the edge of the observable universe. She looked so fucking happy with him and I stood there like a cuck as I watched them being affectionate with each other. Everything I knew about my masculinity was shattered in that moment. I wasn’t a man, I was an ugly, immature boy who didn’t even have a shred of knowledge of what being in a relationship was like. I quickly got out of there and when I got home I destroyed my entire living room in a rage.
-I saw her with this Chad the following summer, and they were holding hands AGAIN, and my mother said “who cares, he’s not even good looking” EVEN THOUGH THIS NOODLEWHORE WAS HODLING HIS HAND DESPITE LITERALLY HIDING FROM ME, AND THIS DUDE WAS 6’3 WITH A NICE JAW
-The final time I saw her, I went in the store with my mother, and she was seen at the employee’s only section upstairs that overlooks the store. When she saw me and my mother approaching the register, she ducked her fucking head. And when I say ducked, she crouched like a video game character just to avoid me. Her faggot zoomer friend of hers came down instead and rang us up, and as we walked out he ran right back upstairs to go talk to her, probably about me and how creepy I am.
Because of every brutal interaction I’ve had with this evil fucking noodlewhore, not only has it blackpilled me so badly that I don’t even feel human, but I now go into the store as sparingly as possible to avoid seeing her, knowing that whenever I do I will be forced to watch her avoid be like the plague and then know that she will be sucking Chad’s cock later that night.
It’s taught me a good lesson as to why you should never approach foids as an incel, and it also taught me that my old oneitis from years ago must have felt the same way, viewing me as subhuman when she was my whole world, that she affected me more than this noodlewhore ever could. I just want to feel loved but instead I feel like a soulless npc in other people’s stories, like that noodlewhore who thinks I’m a creep and her tallfag boyfriend.
Safe to say I will never pursue a foid ever again, nor will I ever talk to one in a formal setting of any kind. Women will never love me, desire me, lust for me, or be with me, so why shouldn’t I absolutely despise them? I’m just a soulless husk of a man in their story that doesn’t fit their standard for attractiveness, so I will be doomed to rot on this forum while they enjoy all of the romance, sex, and companionship their hearts desire.
Never again.
I then went to the same store another random day and that same asian girl was at the register, so as I’m paying for my shit she turns around and says: “Isn’t your mom the one who needed help with the mascara?” So I said yeah and she said “tell her I said hi” and then I walked out of the store feeling a small dosage of lifefuel for a foid actually speaking to me. (as you will see, it wasn’t lifefuel)
Here’s how the next few interactions went:
-I went there with my mother again, she started talking to the noodlewhore and then she does the most cringefuel shit I could possibly imagine. She tries playing wingmom by setting up a date with me and this foid. By this point this noodlewhore is extremely uncomfortable and I say some autistic shit along the lines of “well that’s not for you to decide, ma” followed by an awkward chuckle. Then there’s a 10 second silence, with my mother completely oblivious to the cringe she has brought upon me in front of this foid, so she smiles and tells the noodlewhore to have a nice day.
-I saw the girl again another day, and I attempted to ask her out and I struck up a conversation with her. This foid was very softspoken and something about her tone of voice just screamed college liberal. I tried to compliment her hair but she became even more uncomfortable, then said she would dye it. I tried to tell her it looked good the way it does in an attempt at to come off as some kind of “alpha” who isn’t afraid to speak his mind, but it just made the whole conversation awkward as fuck, so she turns around and says “noo, I’m going to dye my hair red…” (red flag, quite literally)
I then ended the conversation by saying “maybe we’ll see each other again, implying that I wanted to see her more. She gave me a fake smile and she said sure, but the most brutal part was when I turned around as I was walking away. She turned to her manager and she looked completely and utterly disgusted. This made me want to fucking die.
-Next time I went in there pretty much sealed my fate, I was grabbing a case of water bottles and as I made my way to the register, she was there. She then saw me and ran upstairs to the employees only area, looking down at me like I’m some kind of freak that she was terrified of, because hiding herself and having another employee ring me up.
-I didn’t see her again for a while after that, and a few months went by until I saw her again in the winter. I then tried to strike up another conversation with her as she was stocking more shelves (don’t ask why, I was just really trying hard)
And boy was it the most awkward fucking conversation I ever had. She stared at me as if I was some kind of Down syndrome child, and my voice was literally shaking as I was trying to talk to her and I know she could notice this. She looked completely uninterested, so I finally accepted my fate. (Mind you I was wearing a buttoned up shirt, a leather jacket, leather boots, my hair was gelled, and I had cologne on. So much for “just dress good bro”)
-A week later I’m in the store and I’m just grabbing some paper towels, when I turn to my right I see her, but this time she isn’t in her uniform, she was just buying something normally. Then what I see standing next to her made me want to fucking kill myself: A 6’3 muscular Chad holding her fucking hand, and this guy mogged her looksmatch to the edge of the observable universe. She looked so fucking happy with him and I stood there like a cuck as I watched them being affectionate with each other. Everything I knew about my masculinity was shattered in that moment. I wasn’t a man, I was an ugly, immature boy who didn’t even have a shred of knowledge of what being in a relationship was like. I quickly got out of there and when I got home I destroyed my entire living room in a rage.
-I saw her with this Chad the following summer, and they were holding hands AGAIN, and my mother said “who cares, he’s not even good looking” EVEN THOUGH THIS NOODLEWHORE WAS HODLING HIS HAND DESPITE LITERALLY HIDING FROM ME, AND THIS DUDE WAS 6’3 WITH A NICE JAW
-The final time I saw her, I went in the store with my mother, and she was seen at the employee’s only section upstairs that overlooks the store. When she saw me and my mother approaching the register, she ducked her fucking head. And when I say ducked, she crouched like a video game character just to avoid me. Her faggot zoomer friend of hers came down instead and rang us up, and as we walked out he ran right back upstairs to go talk to her, probably about me and how creepy I am.
Because of every brutal interaction I’ve had with this evil fucking noodlewhore, not only has it blackpilled me so badly that I don’t even feel human, but I now go into the store as sparingly as possible to avoid seeing her, knowing that whenever I do I will be forced to watch her avoid be like the plague and then know that she will be sucking Chad’s cock later that night.
It’s taught me a good lesson as to why you should never approach foids as an incel, and it also taught me that my old oneitis from years ago must have felt the same way, viewing me as subhuman when she was my whole world, that she affected me more than this noodlewhore ever could. I just want to feel loved but instead I feel like a soulless npc in other people’s stories, like that noodlewhore who thinks I’m a creep and her tallfag boyfriend.
Safe to say I will never pursue a foid ever again, nor will I ever talk to one in a formal setting of any kind. Women will never love me, desire me, lust for me, or be with me, so why shouldn’t I absolutely despise them? I’m just a soulless husk of a man in their story that doesn’t fit their standard for attractiveness, so I will be doomed to rot on this forum while they enjoy all of the romance, sex, and companionship their hearts desire.
Never again.
