Shy, very quiet, or brooding Chad is regarded as a “project” by women who are determined to “pull Chad out of his shell.” Other women find him mysteriously attractive. They look at him. “The quiet one,” they say with an amazed, fascinated and possibly horny look on their faces.
Shy Chad somehow can fuck for hours at a time because, well, being Chad does that to you. “Still waters run deep,” she says, shaking her head after she got fucked by “shy Chad” for two hours straight.
The strange, serious, brooding, mysterious, somewhat dangerous Chad is an object of fascination by the women he dates. “Look at this brooding man. He’s so fascinating and mysterious. He reminds me of a university professor I used to date,” She says, homing in on him, fascinated, like a cruise missile.
Others find it touching. “Aw,” his new girlfriend says, “Chad is shy,” like she was talking about a 6 year old boy. Chad’s shyness is cute, endearing, boyish, sensitive, heartwarming.
Incels are quiet, and it’s “When is he going to whip out the guns and start shooting!?” Incels brood and they are dangerous creeps, to be avoided, the next mall shooter. On the other hand, if incels stop being quiet and shy and try to talk to women, now they are dangerously weird and creepy, and it’s #metoo time. Incels are screwed. Damned if they are quiet, damned if they come out of their shells.
Incels are immature. “Why don’t you incels grow up!”
Chad is exactly the same as the immature incels, except Chad is “boyish”. “There’s something boyish about you, like a little boy,” the new woman says, delight dancing in her eyes. “I love it.”