I've never understood this advice as a last ditch attempt to ascend. As in an bidto make yourself more muscular for foids to view (though they will never select someone with chicken pox scars on his face, including one between his eyes. picky cunts). Although it has benefited me to get exercise, it has also made the chances of coming across hot foids I will never have more and more common. Being reminded of this destiny shouldn't be so prevalent when I am trying to prioritize something else in the present moment. Every now and then, there will be a lack of them, which is a blessing. But other times are not as forgiving. Why would they give me the time and day when there are a dime a dozen more muscularly and athletically gifted men less than 20 feet away from me?
I literally had to go to a different gym location with the same membership because I would always run into this insane 10/10 blond foid in tight yoga pants and crop top that was probably about a year or two younger than me. Just an amazing sight every single time. But I would always end up just as aroused as I was jealous. A real bittersweet feeling. Figured it wasn't worth experiencing the same mixed feeling over and over again. But I got reminded of it today. When some woman in her late 20s or early 30s that was my height in the same outfit walked the treadmill in my peripheral. She instantly turned me on. So much that it distracted me from my workout sesh and threw me into an ethereal daze.
Eventually, I'm not going to go to the gym anymore just to work out. I'll be anticipating the next time I catch someone to oogle at. It is all very distracting to my routine, and throws me into an eternal loop between catching a dopamine rush from lifting, followed by lusting.
I literally had to go to a different gym location with the same membership because I would always run into this insane 10/10 blond foid in tight yoga pants and crop top that was probably about a year or two younger than me. Just an amazing sight every single time. But I would always end up just as aroused as I was jealous. A real bittersweet feeling. Figured it wasn't worth experiencing the same mixed feeling over and over again. But I got reminded of it today. When some woman in her late 20s or early 30s that was my height in the same outfit walked the treadmill in my peripheral. She instantly turned me on. So much that it distracted me from my workout sesh and threw me into an ethereal daze.
Eventually, I'm not going to go to the gym anymore just to work out. I'll be anticipating the next time I catch someone to oogle at. It is all very distracting to my routine, and throws me into an eternal loop between catching a dopamine rush from lifting, followed by lusting.
