As I said before I had a hareem of girls fighting over me and I got very popular in three days and I made new friends very rapidly through association. Because I was associated with attractive girls, other girls wanted to know who I was. I became friends with a girl who looked like a Page 3 model in the first week. She was tall, had slender legs like Alexa Chung, was blonde, looked young with soft features, had a nice voice, a nice smile, big boobs, she just looked the part. Once I became friends with her on the first week, my popularity went off the charts. Lots of girls would get butterflies in their stomach around me and I could see a lot of them have shaky legs not being able to stand up straight. They would be hyperactive and giddy and make the high pitched squeals that fangirl teenyboppers do compulsively. The girls in my class, the ones who did not like me, told me that my hareem was genuine.
I was.a heterosexual male in a girls school for two years.
When my hareem of girls start talking to me, the same friendship group, not the offshoots, my friend in the corridor watching what's going on, notices they never make an effort to talk to me so I have to do all the work. Her best friend standing right next to her, also watching everything play out, chimes in and she agrees.
Girls would ask whether they can go through my phone, and I would let them. My phone was new so it hardly had anything on it, but one of the girls accused me of having two phones. I denied it, and she put my phone down her bra then ran out the common room so she could be even more invasive than she actually was. There was no way in hell I was getting the phone back until she finished with it. She was on it for bloody ages.
I was shaving for the very first time at home and I made the mistake of putting moisturiser all over my face, so when I shaved, my face was all slippery and I had lots of cuts all over my face, that didn't fade by the morning. The next time my core hareem said hello to me, all walked up to me, and when they saw the cuts on my face, they walked off. When they thought they were out of earshot, the ringleader said "let's stop playing with him". I know I have to continue interacting with these popular losers, because I need to use them to make more friends who are better. It took two weeks for my cuts to fade and everything to go funkyfresh and cris.
Fast forward to when I try to get their number, the ringleader is giving me everyone's number. I make a joke in the most jokiest way possible, I could not have made it more of a joke if I tried, "If you don't talk to me by text, I'll go to the next girl, and if she doesn't talk to me I'll go to the next girl, and the next girl and the next girl". When I said this while we were outside leaving the school at 3pm walking down the street, I could see in my peripheral vision that everyone had stopped walking. I turn around and I see that all the girls are completely frozen and they've stopped moving. Their faces are full of disgust.
When I talk back round to talk to the ringleader, she pulls out every shaming tactic in the book, "you're a player" "you do douchebaggery" "you play mind games" and a worse one I cannot say on a public forum. Instead of standing my ground, I proceeded to defend myself and deny all the charges.
What happens next was weird. I noticed that when me and the hareem crowd (they are all friends), got to a certain point walking down the road, all the friends apart from the ringleader ALL walk off at the SAME TIME without prior social cues to do. This is not normal, I thought. Don't they love me?
"We don't like you."
"You said that you did"
"We don't. We never did"
"A girl in my class told me that you did"
"She lied"
"You told told her to tell me that you like me"
"She was lying"
The argument went on for so long that we walked past three bus stops.
I had no idea what the fuck was going on. Were these girls suffering from an inflated self worth where 5's and 6's think they deserve 10's? Did they actually like me? Did they only rebuff me that day because they didn't want to look like sluts? Were they only protecting their reputation because they knew that other girls on the road were watching, hearing their conversation, ready to gossip that they're sluts if they said yes? I had no idea what the fuck was going on.
The next day at lunch time, I went into one of the common rooms and had a nice conversation with a girl. I chose her because she's very attractive, empathetic, able to understand and judge all sides of the argument, and because she's worldly. She knows about the world. I told her the whole story and the conversation went like this.
"Why do you talk to them?"
"All my friends are not in my class, so if I don't talk to them, I'll have no friends."
"Don't talk to them ever again"
"I'm going to use them to make new friends, then when I get new friends, I won't talk to them ever again"
Next week I was looking for a computer to do my coursework and all the computers in the common room were being used. I put my ears towards the class doors to hear one of my teachers, and when I found one, I knocked on the door and asked if I could use one of the computers while she taught the class. She said yes. When the teacher finished teaching and it was time for to write on paper and talk to friends sitting next to you.
Because I already had a reputation, a pretty girl who was sat next to me, turned around and started chatting me up. She was asian but pakistani, muslim or sikh. She had sleek black hair that shines and glistens, the best hair. She had a weird complexion you don't usually see in girls nowadays. Her complexion looked like this.
A white girl who was probably jealous that an uglier race was snapping up an alpha male, turned round and said "Are you chatting him up?" sounding really stush. I instantly told her "Shut up" in a high pitched derisive voice, embarrassing her in front of the whole class. If she doesn't have anything good to say about a pretty girl chatting up an alpha male, she better not say anything at all.
After the conversation, she introduced me to her only friend who was also pretty and the same race as her, and she invited me to a party that was happening in class. So there was the pakistani/sikh/indian/muslim girl with a weird complexion I've never seen before, and another asian girl of the same type religion with a sandy complexion that looks like sand. The girl's a unique rarity.
When I get to this party, my form tutor gave me a chocolate cake with my name on it on the same day earlier on before the party, so I am showing all the girls at the party this cake to make them all jealous. No girl can hurt a male with options. I was the only male in the room and the environment was intensely sexually charged. It was as if they all wanted to fuck me right now except they don't want to be called sluts.They all wanted to take photos with me, group photos and me and the girl. They wanted me to sign their t-shirts, and I signed the boob area of a curvy girl with big boobs, and she didn't mind me doing something something that would be considered sexual harassment LOL. The female teacher in the class watching the kids, was ugly and uppity, and she didn't like me harnessing all the sexual energy off all the girls in the room. Everyone was focused on me. Not one person wasn't. The ugly teacher tried to make me leave the room, cockblocking me. Also when I signed the girls books and other girls books who weren't in the room, teachers (always female teachers) would ask me why I am talking to them.
When I saw my core hareem of girls again, I took the bohemian to one side by herself, and told her that I am not talking to her friendship group ever again, so she better give me her phone number right now or I'll give her mine, or I'm never speaking to her again. The original core hareem tried to play me even though they liked me, and I outsmarted them and managed to play them in the end.
You might be thinking that the only reason girls tried to play me is because I'm ugly or have a wack personality. Well every relationship I've ever had (platonic or not), the person has cared about me much more than I do, every time. And a girl who got paid £100 a day at 16 to stand next to a chocolate fountain, eating chocolate, talking to customers, just to sell chocolate fountains, who gets catcalled every day, even when driving her car, whose facebook was full of messages from modelling agencies telling her to model for them - she said I was cute.
If I have to deal with so much bullshit with girls as an attractive interesting male in a girls school with a hareem of girls, imagine what normal everyday attractive males have to go through to get girls, who can't benefit from pre-selection?
Britain and all western countries all have a toxic dating culture, which is enabled by their flurry white knights who
women to treat them like shit. No self respecting man should go to the west to get laid or form long term spiritual enlightenment bond relationships with women.
I am creating my own culture which is a secret society and my own social network, and it'll be invite only. I've had enough of the types of people I hate and the things about society I hate.