promposal story

Woods

Incels.Net Junior
A little info about me so you can imagine how I look. 18 (m) I'm about 5'10 and white with semi ginger hair and super skinny and have been blessed with a massive gay alien skull. I have been aware of how I look for about 4 years now but have done very except for coping to deal with it.

This is quiet a happy story and is one of the oddest yet most standout things that has happened to me through out high school.

I am in a very small science class with about 10 people total its a 2 year class and everyone knows each other pretty well from class projects and such and I am known as the 'clown' because I have been trying to make my personality more approachable and be a more fun person to be around. Has not gotten me anywhere but none the less. But I am well liked in this class which is an odd form of validation.

Prom is coming up in my school (end of may I think) and one girl that everyone especially likes needs a date. Shes super catholic and is attractive but has a very immature and innocent personality like an 8th grader. Everyone still likes her cause shes cute and nice though.

She some what hinted that she would go with me but It was very much a joke as she asked other class mates to prom also and asked me last. I did not feel anything from it and went on with life.

But just yesterday I was playing with the switch being a numale with other classmates and 5 of them got up for a presentation I did not think anything of it and went on with the game and did not look up.

They started to read off little signs they had made and I looked up when one of them said my name. I was surprised and a little confused and watched for about 20 more seconds until she asked me to go to prom with her.

I of course said yes and everyone was happy but i really didn't feel much other than embarrassment for a short amount of time.

I told one friend who was in on it later and she was expecting me to be ecstatic and happy about the whole thing but really i felt nothing.

I told her i feel this way is because it feels like going to prom with a friend their is no intimacy and doesn't really fill in any voids. She was understanding and said to make the most of it and that I should take it as a compliment and feel happy.
 

ortharzeal

EteRnal Evil.
Chadcels.net.

Tbh we need some "brag warning" tag or something for this stuff to be posted more freely. Could be ropefuel for some.
Anyway, your story is a good illustration of how one doesn't have to do shit when the girl really is interested.
 

CursedSurrogate

Outcast among Outcasts
tremor said:
Chadcels.net.

Tbh we need some "brag warning" tag or something for this stuff to be posted more freely. Could be ropefuel for some.
Anyway, your story is a good illustration of how one doesn't have to do ѕhit when the girl really is interested.
Indeed. I remember the time I asked a girl to prom to spite myself into believing that my distorted perception of myself was nothing more than a lie I fabricated because of my depression. That same year I had a friend who committed suіcіde for the reason reasons (ie being an incel) on the other side of the country. Going through an intense depressed period of having constant panic attacks triggered by my past. I foolishly thought myself that maybe, just maybe one day I could pull myself out and forget about it all. Live a normie life with at least one good story to tell myself in the future about going to prom with the girl I liked.

Instead she gave me a disgusted look of hatred and laughed at my audacious question when I asked her. This amalgamation of mental strain drove me to suіcіde but ended up surviving. I wished I didn't.
 

ortharzeal

EteRnal Evil.
CursedSurrogate said:
Indeed. I remember the time I asked a girl to prom to spite myself into believing that my distorted perception of myself was nothing more than a lie I fabricated because of my depression. That same year I had a friend who committed suіcіde for the reason reasons (ie being an incel) on the other side of the country. Going through an intense depressed period of having constant panic attacks triggered by my past. I foolishly thought myself that maybe, just maybe one day I could pull myself out and forget about it all. Live a normie life with at least one good story to tell myself in the future about going to prom with the girl I liked.

Instead she gave me a disgusted look of hatred and laughed at my audacious question when I asked her. This amalgamation of mental strain drove me to suіcіde but ended up surviving. I wished I didn't.
That sucks. But hey, would it be better if she didn't have the will to refuse and would be silent, tense, disappointed and disgusted all the way? I don't remember having been this brutally rejected, but IMO better at least some feedback, even negative, than zero.

I've spent some time lurking on suіcіde forums and got the impression that even in this incels can't win and you can end up vegetized instead of dead. Better be hopeless and able-bodied than hopeless and disabled.
 

CursedSurrogate

Outcast among Outcasts
That sucks. But hey, would it be better if she didn't have the will to refuse and would be silent, tense, disappointed and disgusted all the way? I don't remember having been this brutally rejected, but IMO better at least some feedback, even negative, than zero.
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True but perhaps I may have gone my entire life being a fool believing I wasn't completely useless.
 
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