Laying out the facts and my inceldom

I’m always told I’m too good looking and smart to be an incel. I’m not. I’m an incel.<br><br>Here’s the facts around my existence and the situations in which I am in. <br><br>I’m around 5’10, 6-flat. I have normal hair, 2% bodyfat in an athletic build, facial hair, etc. I’m considered “chad like” by the untrained eye. I was a highschool athlete, then I played lacrosse at Harvard. I was in the top 2% of highschool students, I’m in the top 2% at Harvard. <br><br>I’ve had a “girlfriend” before, from ages 8-17. She was my best friend, and it felt amazing when we were together. Everything about it, even when she broke up with me. We’re still best friends. <br><br>I have had one sexual experience. Sophomore year, I hooked up with a girl I met at a bar. She was out for with a friend who cancelled at the last second. I was with the guys. We were both bored then met at the bar when I was there for a function with some of my lacrosse buddies. We had a connection immediately. It was a truly beautiful experience. We went home, smoked a little, did a few lines, and had sex. In the morning, we woke up and said goodbye. When I asked her out again, she lied and said she was busy and that we’d hang out soon. She never texted me again. When I asked her again, she said she was dating somebody and wasn’t looking for anything romantic. Her and I hadn’t even kissed until that night. <br><br>I’ve had four “dates” in my life. <br><br>My sophomore year of highschool, my friends girlfriend’s friend came into town. We went out for coffee and a walk. It was boring. She was boring. She didn’t care for lacrosse or any of the things I like. She was allergic to cats. I had no interest in her, outside of being nice. I told her I didn’t think we’d be good in a romantic relationship and that I appreciated her coming out but I didn’t want to go out again. <br><br>Junior year of highschool, a girl in my classes asked me out. She was my type. I’ll never forget her. I took her to a nice Italian place. We talked about lacrosse and had a great time. We talked for hours then went for a walk. I wanted to kiss her so badly. As we were saying our goodbyes, I told her I had an amazing time and asked if she’d want to go out again. She told me she had an amazing time but wasn’t looking for a romantic relationship. <br><br>My junior year of college, I got set up with a friend of a friend and we went to a bar. It was awkward. She didn’t like my humor and I didn’t like hers. I asked her if she wanted to go to a different bar with me. When we got there, she drank too much and went home early. A few nights later, I texted her and told her it was nice meeting her but I didn’t think we’d be a good match. She agreed. <br><br>My senior year of college, I met a girl at a party. She was one of my friends cousins. We had an amazing time talking about music and lacrosse. I told her I had to go to class the next morning but that I was having an amazing time and that I’d love to go out again. She told me it was an amazing time but that she lives in a different city and that the distance would be too hard. <br><br>That’s the facts. That’s everything that’s ever happened to me in my life romantically. I’m almost 22 years old. I’ve only had one sexual experience. I’ve only had one truly fun and exciting experience with another person. <br><br>I’m almost 22 years old and I’ve only had 1 sexual experience.