As a 5”7 manlet, I am no stranger to loitering in the void of obscurity. A few weeks ago I went clubbing for the first time and had to watch as all the girls flocked to the 6”2+ Chads whilst I watched in the shadows. But what could I expect as an incel? I tried to stand on my tiptoes to emulate the effects of shoe lifts but to no avail, I still didn’t stand out enough compared to the 6”2 turbochads. All it did was hurt my feet and hurt my heart. After that night I began to cogitate. I needed an equaliser. The inches that I lacked in height needed to be made up elsewhere. Enter the toilet plunger. Women are known to gossip incessantly when word spreads around about a man being well endowed. Heck part of the appeal of being tall is the saying “big feet, big socks.” This toilet plunger may be a way out of my despair.
This toilet plunger will create an artificial sex symbol in me when stuffed in my trousers. Hopefully women will forget about my flaws and their eyes shall go straight to the mighty bulge and they shall be halo’d by it. The looks of disgust shall be transformed into looks of salaciousness.
I will attempt to find the most conspicuous place in the nightclub, might even be the case that I will have to stand on the bar. Within a few seconds the 6”2 Chads will be invisible and all eyes shall be on me. The toilet plunger shall be like the beak of a Brobdingnagian toucan rising from the canopy. Hopefully girls will at least admire the low inhibition when they find out that it’s just a plunger. But the validation of getting attention from prime women should be sufficient enough to send me to a whirlwind of euphoria.
This toilet plunger will create an artificial sex symbol in me when stuffed in my trousers. Hopefully women will forget about my flaws and their eyes shall go straight to the mighty bulge and they shall be halo’d by it. The looks of disgust shall be transformed into looks of salaciousness.
I will attempt to find the most conspicuous place in the nightclub, might even be the case that I will have to stand on the bar. Within a few seconds the 6”2 Chads will be invisible and all eyes shall be on me. The toilet plunger shall be like the beak of a Brobdingnagian toucan rising from the canopy. Hopefully girls will at least admire the low inhibition when they find out that it’s just a plunger. But the validation of getting attention from prime women should be sufficient enough to send me to a whirlwind of euphoria.