About 2 weeks ago I got a match on tinder that I never expected to get. She was almost by exact type: petite Latina with good hips and smaller breasts. There were some things about her I didn’t like such as tattoos but who am I to be that picky?
the match itself was like heroin in my veins and that feeling multiplied when I got her snap and began having fast, regular conversations through images. I have one particular angle in a specific lighting that I think I look kinda good in, but every other angle is pretty bad ngl. She eventually, that same day, invited me out to walk around a mall with her2 other female friends. I couldn’t believe it, something like this for someone like me comes once in a lifetime and probably never for many other incels.
I didn’t realize until right before I got there that she and her friends recognized me from high school. Of course, I was a bullied outcast loner and was shocked anyone remembered me at all. I didn’t think of the implications until what happened today.
So the date went actually great in my opinion. I was naturally nervous about my appearance since I knew I wouldn’t look good outside of that specific angle in specific lighting which I fraud hard on tinder. I didn’t act like an aspie too much tho. But she seemed very receptive to me and we ate and talked a lot. I felt like a god walking around a mall with 3 super qt girls (
). It was just something normgroids do on a regular basis but it meant the world to me. At the end, she gave me an unexpected hug and said “text me” in a sweet voice I remember vividly. Again, heavenly to hear as incel.
Once I got home, I messaged her asking if she wanted to see me ever again. She didn’t send a picture back like normal. She just said “I’d like to.” I thought there was no way. She couldn’t find me attractive. But I held out bluepilled hope. Remember not to listen to what women say, but what they do. Over the weeks, her messages were dwindling in frequency. From being almost instantly messaged back, to being left on delivered for 1 hour, to being left on delivered for 2+ days at a time. My rational side knew it was over yet my mind kept remembering the time she said she’d like to see me again.
here’s the evil part - After being left on delivered for 4 days, she posts on her story “teehee going to [redacted] with these guys xd” or something like that. She was sitting next to a guy who mogged me into the underworld. My guts tightened. Another post with her leaning on his shoulder with her hand in his hair.
I message once again asking if it was over between us, desperate for closure at least. She replies back, with a picture of the both of them, SMILING, and says “yes”.
that was a level of sadistic brutality that I never would have put her on for. Needless to say, I feel entirely worthless and I am currently drunk and my .40 sounds really tasty right now.
It only occurred to me, that since they all knew me from the same high school, that she only invited me out to make fun of me. It was all just a cruel joke to them.
I am totally defeated and resigned to abject despondence now. No coping this time. Hold me bros
the match itself was like heroin in my veins and that feeling multiplied when I got her snap and began having fast, regular conversations through images. I have one particular angle in a specific lighting that I think I look kinda good in, but every other angle is pretty bad ngl. She eventually, that same day, invited me out to walk around a mall with her2 other female friends. I couldn’t believe it, something like this for someone like me comes once in a lifetime and probably never for many other incels.
I didn’t realize until right before I got there that she and her friends recognized me from high school. Of course, I was a bullied outcast loner and was shocked anyone remembered me at all. I didn’t think of the implications until what happened today.
So the date went actually great in my opinion. I was naturally nervous about my appearance since I knew I wouldn’t look good outside of that specific angle in specific lighting which I fraud hard on tinder. I didn’t act like an aspie too much tho. But she seemed very receptive to me and we ate and talked a lot. I felt like a god walking around a mall with 3 super qt girls (
). It was just something normgroids do on a regular basis but it meant the world to me. At the end, she gave me an unexpected hug and said “text me” in a sweet voice I remember vividly. Again, heavenly to hear as incel.Once I got home, I messaged her asking if she wanted to see me ever again. She didn’t send a picture back like normal. She just said “I’d like to.” I thought there was no way. She couldn’t find me attractive. But I held out bluepilled hope. Remember not to listen to what women say, but what they do. Over the weeks, her messages were dwindling in frequency. From being almost instantly messaged back, to being left on delivered for 1 hour, to being left on delivered for 2+ days at a time. My rational side knew it was over yet my mind kept remembering the time she said she’d like to see me again.
here’s the evil part - After being left on delivered for 4 days, she posts on her story “teehee going to [redacted] with these guys xd” or something like that. She was sitting next to a guy who mogged me into the underworld. My guts tightened. Another post with her leaning on his shoulder with her hand in his hair.
I message once again asking if it was over between us, desperate for closure at least. She replies back, with a picture of the both of them, SMILING, and says “yes
”.that was a level of sadistic brutality that I never would have put her on for. Needless to say, I feel entirely worthless and I am currently drunk and my .40 sounds really tasty right now.
It only occurred to me, that since they all knew me from the same high school, that she only invited me out to make fun of me. It was all just a cruel joke to them.
I am totally defeated and resigned to abject despondence now. No coping this time. Hold me bros
