A hopelessly lovelorn beta male high school junior hired a pilot to fly a black helicopter over his school’s football field to drop a stuffed animal via parachute with a message attached for the girl he loves. The message asked her to a school dance.
(More precisely, his father, (who should have known better), a senior official with US Customs and Border Protection, hired the pilot. He can’t close our nation’s borders but at least he can close the vaginal borders of the girl his son loves.)
The girl, a kicker for the high school football team
and future lesbian, responded to her suitor’s romantical betatude with the sort of shiv twist that only young women still familiarizing themselves with the extent of their power over horny teen boys are capable of delivering.
“He knew it was my senior year, and I’ve been asked some pretty creative ways before this,” said Victoria Burress, 17, a soccer player and kicker for the football team. “Everyone thinks that we like each other, but it’s not like that at all. It’s just unusual to be that close with a guy and to have him still do something nice for you.”
I bet you felt the sting of that through your screen.
This is the kind of female id napalm that burns so cruelly, that is so publicly humiliating, and is consequently so very illuminating as a lesson for other young men, that the Washington Post, man-hating feminist shitlib bastion, couldn’t bring itself to publish the boy’s name (the paper claims they couldn’t verify the boy’s involvement. yeah right).
High school is a time to make these sorts of mistakes, so it’s easy to forgive this fledgling beta his ignorance of women’s sexual natures and his self-defeating gamelessness. But if a strong alpha male authority figure doesn’t lead him to the light, he risks falling into soulkilling and incel-ifying beta male patterns that will make his dating journey over the years that much more perilous. The time for high school boys to BUSTAMOVE in the ways of women is sooner rather than later.
To the younger men reading CH and still finding their way through the thickets of the sexual market: you don’t want to be that try-hard, overeager, starry-eyed beta male, struck with a severe case of oneitis, who hears that scrotally deflating “but it’s not like that at all” from any girl you like. You want to avoid that at all costs. You want to be the man who hears instead from girls, “I hope he likes me back”.
You can be that man by welcoming the Rude Word of CH into your life.
Commenter eyes open notices something funny in the girl’s quote:
It’s just unusual to be that close with a guy and to have him still do something nice for you.
Eh, too. My guess is the girl was misquoted or….
she unintentionally revealed a deep truth about the modern American dating market: girls don’t judge close friendships with boys based on how nice the boys are to them. Niceness isn’t a characteristic that girls value very highly as a measure of the closeness of their relationships.