The Gen Z story: someone said on here like a month ago, GEN Z are like a different type of human.
I read a lot. Like i could sit in Ivy league english lit classes and not be out of place, I read dozens and dozens of books a year.
Meet some girl out in public, sober, daylight, we start talking, she's doing her post grad in London, goes to 'school in Boston', studying literature, and we have about a 15 minute conversation about novels. She's nerdy, but she's cute. She's like the Gen Z academic type. Anyway, so she's like I'm town for 3 nights and I'm free the whole time, and so I say let's go out for a drink. She says for sure. She knows I'm older, I have like salt and pepper hair on the sides. People still think I am younger, but not 15 years younger.
So the next night, taking her to a tasteful luxury SD hotel bar. We are walking and just talking about travel, about whatever, and I say something like I need to eat first, I missed dinner. We start talking about London, and she narrows in the specifics, like When was that trip? How old were you then? And I answer. She can do the math and see I'm about 39/40. After a minute or two, she says I need to use the bathroom. And she gestures towards like a ugly public bathroom. And I was like yeah if you want to wait 5 minutes, the lobby is a lot nicer. She declines. So, I watch her walk in the bathroom, and I'm already like something weird is happening. I wouldn't go in that bathroom.
So, like 2 minutes later, I watch her goofy ass sneak out and walk the other way. 1 minute later, I get a text. And she says, in a longer message "I'm so sorry, I said yes on impulse, but you are out of my age range. Have a great life!!". Any rejection stings, but I met some super bad stripper that same day, just to say I meet women all the time. BUT, if I didn't, and if I was her age, or a guy she knew from school and she did some shyt like that, I can see that really bruising someone's self esteem, esp if he really liked her, worked up the courage to ask her out, and then THAT? For some other reason, looks, career, his major, whatever. You'd go straight to the red pill/black pill material.
I admit my fantasy involved a few hours of literary convo and an all night stand with a nerdier looking Numi Zarah, but in all honesty we could have just talked books for 90 minutes and called it a night. There are no stakes at all.