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I remember the first ever girl I talked to was in the summer of 2023 heading into my sophomore year of high school.
I was extremely blackpilled and doomerpilled and I would rot on incel channels and forums 24/7, I hated myself. I didn’t think any women were capable of loving me.
I remember taking a selfie and feeling kinda confident, so I sent it to my friend and he sent it to his cousin. She actually found me attractive and he told me to follow her on Instagram.
For 6 hours, I looked at her page with my finger hovering over the follow button and I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Eventually, my friend told me I either was going to follow her or he was going to tell her himself, so I just followed her.
I follow her and text her and it goes amazing. We talk all night long and keep texting for a couple of weeks. I was so insecure that I ended up deleting my Instagram because I couldn’t bring myself to be on social media until I felt even a slither of human.
If I’m being honest, I was objectively subhuman during this time. Not an exaggeration, I objectively got rated subhuman. However, she actually DID find me attractive.
We stopped talking for the rest of summer because I never asked for her number, but when the school year started, she found me very attractive
I still acted like a total incel to her. I’d vent to her and talk about blackpill to her and she kept up with my bullshit. Eventually, we kinda just fell apart and I never talked to her since.
My life increasingly got worse and despite being a “blackpilled looksmaxxer”, I kept descending and becoming even more subhuman.
Eventually, I locked in and was able to turn my life around, but this story alone is the reason why I never will use org again or recommend it to anyone else.
Blackpill is inherently flawed and the people in this space are even more flawed, low iq individuals.
She was a really nice and pretty girl and I wish I could go back in time and do it right, but I can’t and it’s too late now and I’m destined to be forever alone and die in my bed from heart failure at 45
I was extremely blackpilled and doomerpilled and I would rot on incel channels and forums 24/7, I hated myself. I didn’t think any women were capable of loving me.
I remember taking a selfie and feeling kinda confident, so I sent it to my friend and he sent it to his cousin. She actually found me attractive and he told me to follow her on Instagram.
For 6 hours, I looked at her page with my finger hovering over the follow button and I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Eventually, my friend told me I either was going to follow her or he was going to tell her himself, so I just followed her.
I follow her and text her and it goes amazing. We talk all night long and keep texting for a couple of weeks. I was so insecure that I ended up deleting my Instagram because I couldn’t bring myself to be on social media until I felt even a slither of human.
If I’m being honest, I was objectively subhuman during this time. Not an exaggeration, I objectively got rated subhuman. However, she actually DID find me attractive.
We stopped talking for the rest of summer because I never asked for her number, but when the school year started, she found me very attractive
I still acted like a total incel to her. I’d vent to her and talk about blackpill to her and she kept up with my bullshit. Eventually, we kinda just fell apart and I never talked to her since.
My life increasingly got worse and despite being a “blackpilled looksmaxxer”, I kept descending and becoming even more subhuman.
Eventually, I locked in and was able to turn my life around, but this story alone is the reason why I never will use org again or recommend it to anyone else.
Blackpill is inherently flawed and the people in this space are even more flawed, low iq individuals.
She was a really nice and pretty girl and I wish I could go back in time and do it right, but I can’t and it’s too late now and I’m destined to be forever alone and die in my bed from heart failure at 45