I was over there at the couple’s apartment in Silverlake. Their son lived in the apartment below and came up. He was very goodlooking in his early 20’s. He was also totally depressed and introverted. The parents were deferential towards him, as to a child you have sympathy for.
The couple had figured out the mystery of Bob. They figured out that I was straight. Congratulations! That settles that. But I still didn’t make sense.
But they thought I was not dating and not having any sex. Like,”Why is this drop-dead handsome totally hot straight man not getting laid.” They were utterly baffled by this.
They seemed to conclude that I hated sex, which was wrong, but Normies have been thinking that about me my whole life. Normies think if you’re not getting any sex, it’s because you are a repressed prude or you hate sex. Idiots.
There’s not a whole lot of straight men who hate sex. Most guys who are not getting any do not hate sex. Everyone thinks that because Normies are fucktards, but most of them are just having an incel moment.
The couple, baffled, brought up T.H. Lawrence, the extremely handsome Lawrence of Arabia, and how he was celibate apparently because he didn’t like sex. He was straight, very handsome, and charming, but he wasn’t getting any because I guess he didn’t like sex.
I was straight, very handsome, and charming, but I seemed like I was not getting any so obviously I was an uptight prude or I hated sex. Somehow I was like this famous figure. Now it all added up.
They smiled, satisfied. They had figured out the mystery of me. Now I finally made sense. Albeit it was a bit odd for a young man to hate sex so much, but at least I was comprehensible now. T. H. Lawrence, 1923, is reincarnated as Robert Lindsay 60 years later, 1983.
Except they had gotten it all wrong, as usual for Normie fucktards.
I thought that was bullshit because I was not an uptight prude, and I didn’t hate sex, but I didn’t say anything.
Really I was just shy around women, afraid to ask them out, and not having any luck. Probably most straight-appearing guys who are not dating have the same thing going on as I did. Basically going through incel periods. Which we all do, pretty much.
But to extrovert Normies, this makes absolutely no sense whatsoever. We introverts and shy people are utterly mysterious. Bottom line, we just don’t make sense. We are baffling.
Whereas we introverts know exactly what is going on, and we are not baffled at all. To us it makes complete sense, and we can’t figure out why that’s not obvious to everyone, even fucktarded Normies.
Later they started hating on me because they thought I was lazy and didn’t want to walk. They both got these huge sadistic grins on my face and told me to go happily die in the gutter. “If you don’t work, you don’t eat.” It’s not true that I am lazy and refuse to work. But that’s another post I guess.