Seriously if nikkaz want to fukk you will find a way you can pay, smash a single mother, probably get some with a big girl with a pretty face. I think the problem is the standards these nikkaz have. They want a sexy chick like the pornos and a virgin at the same damn time. Or they want to get some ass with minimal effort. Even if you get rejected eventually there's one that will say yes.
Op is right, I knew this dude named Max who lived in a small town in the middle of nowhere. Max was an incel, meaning he was unable to find a romantic partner and was deeply unhappy about it. He spent most of his days scrolling through online forums and watching porn, dreaming of a life filled with sex and excitement.
One day, Max had an idea. He decided to hold a yard sale in order to raise enough money to buy himself a "sexy chick" like the ones he saw in the pornos. He gathered all of his old clothes and household items and set them out in his front yard, hoping to attract some buyers.
At first, the yard sale was a complete disaster. Nobody was interested in Max's old clothes and junk, and he was starting to lose hope. But then, a group of young women walked by and stopped to look at his stuff. They were giggling and whispering to each other, and Max's heart began to race.
One of the women, a blonde with big, bouncy breasts, approached Max and asked if he had any shoes in her size. Max's mouth went dry and he stammered out a response, his eyes fixed on her chest. The woman smiled and handed him a wad of cash, and Max couldn't believe his luck.
The rest of the day went by in a blur. More and more women came to Max's yard sale, and he was able to sell all of his stuff. By the end of the day, he had raised enough money to buy himself a "sexy chick" like the ones in his pornos.
Excited and nervous, Max set out to find the woman of his dreams. He searched high and low, but he couldn't find anyone who matched the women in his fantasies. Eventually, he realized that the women in the pornos were just actors and the life he dreamed of was nothing more than a fantasy.
Dejected and alone, Max returned home and sat down in front of his computer. He realized that he had wasted his time and money on a foolish dream, and that he would never be able to find the happiness he craved. But at least he still had his old clothes and junk, even if they were of no use to anyone.
