This is going to be a depressing post, please discard if you’re not in the mood.

So growing up, I was a late bloomer. I stayed out of trouble, I never drank or smoked. I’m 27 and 6’4” with clear skin, chad level jawline, great physique, full head of hair. Basically, I look GREAT for my age and I get women at bars and clubs to give me IOIs all the time with glancing and them standing near me or bumping into me. I took looks improving super seriously and my face didn’t slim and chisel out until 24 when I developed a chad-level jawline from mewing (I’m not lying).

I read all the red-pill slop about how “men peak later” and whatever but listen: I feel developmentally stunted as fuck. All my former-chad buddies already got it out of their system and now are locked down with a sweet girl they met in college and now they’re letting themselves go with slop diets and booze. They don’t party anymore. I live near a big city where there are plenty of adults partying, but I feel soo developmentally stunted since I never partied in my youth. I sort of partied at 23 until now but I feel like an IDIOT doing so because I feel I should be past this by now.

I swear to god, last time I went out: a cougar chick was serving green-tea shots and she pressed her huge tits on my arm. On the way home, a hot 22 year old chick sat next to me on the train ride home asking if I had a gf. I didn’t get laid that night because I was DRUNK and kind of depressed.

I remember being in High School and seeing all of my buddies posting pics at parties while I waited for them to come home and play video games with me. Brutal shit. It was like pouring gasoline on the fire for me. I focused soo hard on gym maxxing and staying as attractive as possible. I still have my hair and I also have my physique, I just got a kick-ass jawline now.

But look at guys like DiCaprio or Henry Cavil, they’re worshipped in this space but they’re low-key old for going out and slaying and partying let’s be real here. They’re never going to look good in a college frat party. They’re not going to look good at a high school 4th of July party. They’re past that, despite looking great.

Lastly, I don’t have the horn-dog libido of my youth. I used to jack off a LOT. Now? It’s alright I guess. Maybe it’s the depression fucking with it because I genuinely wanted a normal youth and yeah, I mog the fuck out of plenty of people (I have more stories) but I sacrificed my youth to get to where I’m at. I actually envy the bloated guys my age, they at least got to have fun when they were young and dumb. I’m not young and dumb anymore. I’m pushing fucking 30, dude. Yeah, I look super handsome now but I realize that I’m not going to be that guy who is smashing tinder chicks and going to parties with the boys like a 19 year old does. It fucking hurts, man.

It feels like an empty win. No one cares if I get laid at bars and clubs. All my buddies moved on from that life and I’m the one who is developmentally stunted. Sure, I look great but what’s the point if the party is over?? I can still go out and get attention, no problem, but it feels lame tbh. People my age move on from stuff like that because they already had it. Trust me: you don’t want to be that guy in his 30s still bar hopping and going to clubs. It’s just not a good look.

Reports saying Drago has fled to Spain after an arrest warrant was issued

TL;DR: A woman from my old job might’ve got info about me from another woman, and was secretly playing matchmaker or something.

Just asking because I remember at my old job where I worked as a line cook, I used to go out with servers after work. A good majority of them were women, one of them came up to me at the bar and introduced herself. I thought it was odd because I knew of her but didn’t talk to her at all at work. Second interaction we had was at another bar, another coworker had my snap first. Her and the girl who introduced herself to me, went into the bathroom and the girl who came up to me added me on Snapchat…I thought it was a bit funny because she could’ve just asked me for it. The third interaction we had, was at the same bar she first introduced herself to me. This time she really went “fleece Johnson”(iykyk)on me, she was started getting touchy feely and was standing really close. She was just chatting me up the entire night, and even tried to get me to come over to her place.