tl;dr: Go hang out with my very attractive best friend last night to shoot pool. Fucks a stranger in her hotel room 8 minutes after walking in the door.
Do yourselves a favor, folks - make sure that you become best friends with Chad. All ideas and beliefs about most women having self-respect, non-slutty mindsets, etc. will melt away right before your eyes.
My best friend is basically Chad Thundercock. Women go apeshit over this guy. Yes, he's in good physical shape, but he was lucky enough to be born with a face most women revere as a carving of a Greek statue. This guy has fucked every girl, her sisters, and their moms. Hell, my own sister fucked this guy. When we go out, 9 times out of 10, I'm the "less attractive" friend who doesn't get the attention he does. We'll chat with groups of gals, and they stare at him most of the conversation. Most of the time I simply accept this, roll with it, and it doesn't bother me.
But last night hit me right in the feels, and temporarily took all of the wind out of my sails.
To be fair, I get my share of compliments, women thinking I'm hot, flirting with me, etc. I am a married man, however, so I decide not to cheat; it's just not worth it.
So we arrive, and I'm just in the greatest mood, feeling buzzed off some rum, and ready to have fun. We approach the bar to get quarters. Chad puts down his money, and three girls are at the other side of the bar. One of them stares at Chad. He smiles at her, and stares until she looks away. She talks to her friends, obviously about him, and we walk away to play pool. He never says a word.
About 90 seconds later, here she comes. Now, to be honest, she wasn't my type, and not a girl I'd go for. But I'm sure many men would. We're playing pool, and he's making small talk. I'm focused on pool (it's why I'm there), and she looks at me and makes a "he's so serious" comment, instantly making me feel that she's viewing me as the "weirdo, dull friend." I could've hit back with something witty, but I was honestly focused on the game, and not some buzzed bimbo with nothing interesting to offer.
In 2 minutes, they're making out right in front of my face. In 3 minutes, Chad is grabbing her titty. In 4 minutes, she invites him up to her hotel room, and he gladly obliges. So, they leave, and there I am - all alone, with a pool table, just trying to soak it all in, simply astonished, again, at how easily highly attractive men get laid.
I have a good 20 minutes of standing around, feeling like a loser with no one to chat with, when he finally comes back downstairs, with a huge smile on his face. And I'm just thinking....holy fuck, man. You have no clue how lucky you are. This was, I think, the third girl he smashed just this week.
At this point, my momentum is gone, my mood sucks, and I just cannot stop thinking - like a little bitch - just how little effort is required from attractive men to get what all of us so desperately want. Sex.
I'm pretty sure he felt my shift in mood, and actually apologized for leaving me downstairs, and I just brushed it off as if it didn't bug me. But it did. The main reason is this: unless I lowered my standards a bit, total strangers fucking me raw within 10 minutes is not a common thing for me. It has happened, yes, but not with that tremendous amount of ease.
I slept it off, awoke the next day, and I'm back to feeling good. But it was another pill swallowed, a blatant display of the 80/20 rule, and how biology rolls the die and some people just hit the lotto, and some poor folks don't.
If you aren't that hot, do the best you can
Hot guys will step in and fuck the girl you've been "working on" for a month in a single night