They see a woman when they see a woman, even when they refuse to admit it. Then again, also on brand… refusing to believe facts and too afraid to broach their own cognitive dissonance
We’re talking about incels here, they’re not exactly known for their Cassanova flirting abilities. You might not consider that hitting on you, but I assure you that’s their A game.
Your comment makes me think that I wanna know how big your dick is? But please, please, please do not tell me. If you tell me, I’ll wanna write that down, and then I’ll wanna start polling people for the sake of datasets that I only care about so that I can create graphs and dashboards. Honestly, if you tell me, my wife would kill me for starting another project.
I must have misunderstood something because I read your original comment as kinda like fishing for someone to ask. But now I’m concerned that what I may have misunderstood to be horny-posting was shorthand for a genuine trauma to which I simply couldn’t relate in the moment. And if that’s the case, then my attempt to run a literary cold shower probably comes off as me trying to invalidate your trauma. If that’s the case, I am so so so so sorry, cuz that wasn’t my intention at all.
In response to whether or not my comment was a joke: it’s a joke that I care how big anyone’s anything is (except for appetite when I’m cooking); it’s not a joke that I spend an unusual amount of my free time making spreadsheets and dashboards.
Should you really trust people on the internet to not exaggerate how small they are though? Perhaps you should measure it yourself. And why stop at length? Just get a penile plethysmograph and perhaps call yourself Ray. /j
If I had that kind of equipment, no joke, I’d pay people to sneeze into my machine and then create an unorganized dataset of the volumes (sound and size) of people’s sneezes.
i dont think asking how big my dick is then getting pissy when i dont want to tell them counts as hitting on me
Asking overly sexual personal questions is on brand for how they harass women, which is what they’re probably doing to you.
They see a woman when they see a woman, even when they refuse to admit it. Then again, also on brand… refusing to believe facts and too afraid to broach their own cognitive dissonance
We’re talking about incels here, they’re not exactly known for their Cassanova flirting abilities. You might not consider that hitting on you, but I assure you that’s their A game.
They’re putting their best foot forward, just a very bad foot.
One incel’s best is another man’s worst.
Putting their best foot forward right into their own mouth.
I assume it to be comparable to men on Omegle trying to chat up women. So many cursed memories… “Me fuck you good time!”.
-Me on Omegle as a definitely totally 100% cisgender teenage “boy” :3
Many men online role playing as girls.
Hey, 5 gold is 5 gold.
Or you tell them you don’t have it anymore and they ghost you lol
Your comment makes me think that I wanna know how big your dick is? But please, please, please do not tell me. If you tell me, I’ll wanna write that down, and then I’ll wanna start polling people for the sake of datasets that I only care about so that I can create graphs and dashboards. Honestly, if you tell me, my wife would kill me for starting another project.
i hope this is supposed to be a joke so i can assume its only a bad one
I must have misunderstood something because I read your original comment as kinda like fishing for someone to ask. But now I’m concerned that what I may have misunderstood to be horny-posting was shorthand for a genuine trauma to which I simply couldn’t relate in the moment. And if that’s the case, then my attempt to run a literary cold shower probably comes off as me trying to invalidate your trauma. If that’s the case, I am so so so so sorry, cuz that wasn’t my intention at all.
In response to whether or not my comment was a joke: it’s a joke that I care how big anyone’s anything is (except for appetite when I’m cooking); it’s not a joke that I spend an unusual amount of my free time making spreadsheets and dashboards.
Should you really trust people on the internet to not exaggerate how small they are though? Perhaps you should measure it yourself. And why stop at length? Just get a penile plethysmograph and perhaps call yourself Ray. /j
If I had that kind of equipment, no joke, I’d pay people to sneeze into my machine and then create an unorganized dataset of the volumes (sound and size) of people’s sneezes.