Summary: A long walk on the beach with a 25 year old. Hamstering, solipsism and feelz ensues.


Body: I'm 18. I'm just out of High School, I have options, but I don't know what I want. I met this girl at the gym, at first her brand new BMW and well paying job made me think she'd be somewhat unplugged, but no, as soon as she mentioned quitting to do "weight loss coaching", I had doubts.

She wanted to meet my dog, so we went for a walk and I started probing. Why does she want to do 'weight loss' coaching? Because she wants to feel the satisfaction of helping someone find themselves, not because she has a passion for fitness (You can tell she doesn't), and certainly not because it's a flexible lifestyle, but because she would get good feelz from doing it. I pretended to be the usual Netflix watching wall approaching vapid fiancee many women are these days, and even when presented with a fake scenario, she gave me a bunch of feelies and empty promises and told me to just 'become an expert yourself'. My response was "Weight loss is simple. See that soda? Stop drinking it. See that fast food? Stop eating it. See everything in your meals that isn't protein? Half it. Keep doing that for the next day for the next week for the next decade.", she didn't like it, hamstering ensued.

When inquiring about her job. She told me in the same sentence that she's meant to be on call 24/7, but then took sleeping pills and didn't wake up for an entire day, she called that "Awkward", I called it a fireable offence, we all know why she wasn't.

After her not being particularly receptive to kino, the topic moved to a LJBF minefield, relationships. She'd just gotten divorced, she told me I actually met her ex husband in the car, unsurprisingly he was completely quiet throughout the interaction. She then told me that she was currently seeing someone in a city on the other side of the country, when asked why, she told me because he "Challenges her, makes her want to be a better person and makes her feel like a princess". From there I knew I was talking to the hollow plate of someone with a far, far higher SMV than me, 20 years of age difference will do that. I couldn't help but laugh, I asked her wether or not she thought it was just too much of a convenience that the guy she'd found and the traits she'd listed were the same thing (Traits that any woman wrapped up in tingles has), she couldn't draw a connection.

If I wasn't enlightened, I could easily become her gay best friend. But in half an hour someone who I thought was a pretty together human turned out to be one of the most solipsistic and vapid women I've met this year. I now know why endorsed contributors have no respect for the women they fuck and why they never move above being a plate. I'm throughly disappointed this is the calibre of woman I have to look forward to, and have now lost whatever was left of my blue pill pedestal.


Lessons learned:

  • No matter how well presented they are, all women are like that.

  • Women are incapable of understanding their own Solipsism.

  • I have little to no SMV with women older than me.

  • The reason why contributors endorse plates is because it's the best way to deal with them.

  • Lifting is more important than anything.