Going on a date with a woman is like a job interview where you have no idea what the requirements are.
If you fuck up once and say the wrong thing you're done. It's like walking through a minefield with no metal detector. They are CONSTANTLY trying to find flaws with you and an excuse to not text you back afterward. Every word you utter could spell your doom. The only good thing is that you have infinite lives, but a finite time limit of course.
This all assumes you even make it to a first date which I'm sure many people here could not do because of superficial things like looks and height.
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"Normies" have flaws and make mistakes too, but they get past them. Many of you will not go on a date due to the non-superficial condition known as social anxiety. Normal people say clumsy things by mistake to one another, and learn to laugh about it and apologize. Your own fear and nervousness has made you a prisoner. Seriously, get counseling.
OH COME ON! Treating romance like a job interview is word for fucking word exactly what I've told more than one "incel" what their entire problem is! I'd be sick enough of these asshats from sheer volume (Pharaoh Bastethotep really seems to have it in for them) but every single word I read just has to also reflect an observation I've already made and that they have no excuse to keep ignoring as they do.
Your looks influence at most someone's desire to walk up and speak to you. From then on your stupid face ceases to be a factor. You could be a supermodel that everyone swoons over but if anyone meeting you in person finds out you're a self-centered, self-serving, egotistical, manipulative, emotionally abusive jackass completely disinterested in the person their talking to outside of a specific goal they wish to achieve whose every nicety is purely an act put on to garner favour they expect repaid they will want absolutely nothing to do with you and in all likelihood the very sight of you will turn begin to turn their stomach overriding any previous thoughts they had of your attractiveness.
How many thousands of times does it need to be said before you dipshits take the hint? Just how much of the good graces of humanity have been wasted trying to help people whose very problem is that the emotional bonds between human beings are incomprehensible and alien to them?
@ Kanna
Getting past social anxiety will only help people who aren't so far up their own asses that they literally do not understand what is inherently desirable about the company of others and instead construct a framework of personal gain and cold calculus they project onto others with religious zeal to try and justify their obsession to themselves when really all they're trying to do is validate their existence by following what they perceive is the model to a normal - and therefore fulfilled - human life because they have no other sense of purpose.
@Passerby
You may be right. But I think there are probably a certain number of those people who are stupid, insecure, frustrated, and YOUNG - and convinced that the few good-looking guys in their school get all the girls and they'll never have a chance. They have a chance to mature into relatively normal people. At that point I expect they would be deeply embarrassed to read what they said when they were whining Incels. People do grow up, and they change as they do.
Heh.
I’ve been on exactly one job interview in my entire life. After 20 years working on fire control, i applied to the company that makes the equipment i serviced Just presented myself, as myself. “I did this, i can do this, and I’m willing to do this.”
I was what they wanted and they hired me. Now it’s 23 years later, they’re apparently satisfied.
I dated one woman. I mean, i MET a few. One seemed enough like me, i asked her out. I was myself. Didn’t watch my every word, just presented myself as i am. That was in 1984. Next week is 36th wedding anniversary. Not saying there haven’t been problems, but when she calls me crazy. i just point ou that there were no illusions or deceptions, she joined freely and of her own will.
All in all, i gotta say, you are WAY fucking wrong on your approach to other people. It’s not a game, moron. The woman isn’t the goal. Or the prize, or the trophy.
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