I was sitting on the stairs of a large bank. She was supposed to come any second. I had seen photos of her, but the digital pixels on our screens are often manipulated into painting an illusion. My heart was strongly aware of this fact and began to overheat my checkered shirt. This was my first ever Internet date.
The subway nearby was buffering humans. A few looked like her but were headed in a totally different direction.
Eventually, a woman transporting a massive amount of lard hidden under a black dress appeared on the scene.
“God, I hope this isn’t her.”
It was her.
The lard-mule pulled out a phone and started texting. I bet she was sending the “I am here message.”
“Should I present myself or should I go home?”
A logical question. After all, I was scammed. She was a fraud since at least 50lbs were missing from her photos. She looked older than her official age but let’s not get too picky, fellas. At least she came.
At the time, I didn’t know the two golden rules.
1. She is slightly uglier than her ugliest photo.
2. She is significantly fatter than her slimmest photo.
I introduced myself. She was disappointed. I didn’t know why, but today I do – I wasn’t “thick” enough for her. We just didn’t match.
I offered her to go to a Subway, but she laughed at the idea. “What kind of date is that?”
Honestly, I was just hungry and would had rather spent my money on yoga mat powered sandwiches than overpriced alcohol. I don’t drink.
She took me to an illegal bar. I say illegal because where I live smoking is forbidden indoors. To enter this wonderful drink house full of cigarette smoke, one had to knock on a surprisingly rotten wooden door.
Of course, she was the fattest there, but let’s not be superficial, right?
“The essential is invisible to the eyes,” says every fat person before losing the weight.
In the middle of the conversation, she dropped a bomb on me.
“In the past, I was wild [meaning a slut]. Then, I got older and stopped. Women can easily find sex, but serious relationships are rare.”
That sentence created an inferno of shock within me. This average fat woman can easily find sex while I am expected to jump over electric fences, run away from alligators and pray? Where is the justice in this world? Why am I so worthless in comparison to the antelopes?
This was the beginning of a painful realization – men are disposable, especially online.
Women Rule The Net
When I go outside, I see far more women than men glued to their smartphones. More often than not, the men are playing games, reading messages from their mothers or browsing the net. The women are almost exclusively on social media or texting. They do it with faces suggesting that the proper words are constantly appearing on their screens.
When women wake up, their whole lock-screen is covered by text notifications. When men get up, they may or may not have a message from a mobile operator advertising the latest plan or a delivery company reporting the arrival of a new toy.
Why aren’t we as popular?
What’s wrong with us?
The explanation is incredibly simple. It is so simple that some wouldn’t believe it.
1. The average horny male would penetrate just about any woman willing to have sex with him. He may experience deep regret after the act, but the male sex drive is so high that extreme flaws are ignored when the penis is talking. Most men sabotage themselves when the desire for intercourse prevails above all else.
2. The average woman finds most men unattractive. All women have the same type (rich, tall, handsome). They have a harder time settling for less.
Ultimately, this results in the following – average males worship every female that looks their way whereas women run after the best of the lot.
Or in even simpler terms, the average male is worth less than the average woman, far less.
What does a man have to do to reach a woman’s level of popularity?
He has to be a massive outlier – either genetically and/or socially.
He has to be far above the “scrubs” to elicit love drama tremors within the female heart.
Guess, what? This means that he has to be far above the average woman too.
He has to be a high-end stallion.
Think of the playboys who lead a life full of female attention. They are closer to being Batman than John Smith. Most are decent looking and showcase a high status. Sometimes nice bodies too. They are 100 levels above the average slut that has to do only one thing to bath in validation and admiration – go out and/or post on social media.
A Man Has To Bring Something To The Table. Always.
A man is treated as an asset. He has to provide massive value to get massive benefits. He is never loved unconditionally just for being a man.
What about women? They enjoy a different status because they control the gate to sex and have the capacity to give birth. I am yet to meet a man who demands from his woman to be some sort of overachiever. I am not saying similar men don’t exist. They are just rare.
Guess, what? Birth is an ability that most women in a childbearing age have simply because they are women. In the end, women trade this amazing and yet average capacity for the best male they can get.
Show me your booty and I will click l-i-k-e!
A woman on social media is a queen enjoying more male attention than Cleopatra.
Many years ago, I made a fake female FB account (judge me later). My goal was to troll a friend.
To make the account look legit, I downloaded photos of a cute and yet “nothing special” female from my high school. I gave her a made-up name which I accidentally misspelled, but it didn’t matter.
I started adding random dudes on Facebook to beef up her friends list. 99% of the requests were a success. Many were sparking convos with me/her right away. I would not be surprised if they were writing their offers with one hand.
Nobody asked me whether we know each other. Everybody was honored to have me in their contacts.
What happened to my real account when I decided to do the same thing? Brace yourself.
The approval rate was less than 1%. Some blocked me right away. One even asked me “what are you fighting for? Why are you texting me?”
The difference between me and and my fake account? I have a dick.
Building a Massive Following as a Female Fitness Bunny Is Easier
Women enjoy plenty of interest without showcasing an amazing shape. You can imagine what happens when their sex appeal is enhanced even further through lifting and photo manipulation. There’a reason why many Instagram accounts are basically soft porn – it works.
What do women have to do to break the like button?
1. Don’t be fat.
2. Squat with maybe 100lbs 3 times a week.
3. Wear yoga pants. (optional)
That’s it. Big tits help too, but you either have them or you don’t. Once those conditions are met all that’s left to do is spam.
What about men?
Building a social media approved body as a male is way harder. You have to be both – lean and muscular. If you are not, you will be crucified by other males. The manly physiques that earn like after like are of men on steroids.
In other words, men have to boost their hormonal profiles artificially and suffer deep consequences to build a physique worthy of modern worship. The sacrifice is far greater. You are giving up your testicles for the dream. Meanwhile, she can break the servers 100% naturally, 100% healthy.
Technically, nobody forces men to take steroids. It just happens, however, that only physiques powered by injections earn a following rivaling that of stretched yoga pants wrapped around the glutes of sluts.
The Twitch Whores
Twitch is a platform where gamers stream their sessions in real-time. Women infiltrated it. Suddenly, they became gamers. Why? To benefit from their sexual sorcery and its effect on men.
Google Twitch female streamers and find the main similarities between all of them – boobs pushed out, slutty behavior…etc.
Why? Can’t you entertain your followers with skills and a code of conduct that isn’t based on urges? Isn’t this basically sexual abuse?
Those web cam whores know very well that their super powers are unlocked by the low intelligence inhabiting the cranium of every man in a horny state and capitalize on it.
Conversely, the men who are popular on Twitch have to be insanely good at a game and/or entertainers employing techniques that do not involve flashing of their package in front of a web cam. A Korean Starcraft streamer spends 12+ hours playing.
She? She has boobs.
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