Finally fooled my family into thinking I'm not an incel

I'm 16, 5'8, never had a gf. I'm a bit chubby, not overweight, I'm just not skinny and I have a small face, not the prettiest face in the world. I don't really workout or anything though so, I get it.<br><br>Regardless, I'm pretty social, I've had my fair share of friendships and I've been in contact with a lot of people in my life, and I've always had trouble finding a gf. A lot of people would simply say it's because I'm ugly and I need to lose weight, which is something I used to believe, but I've realized that all of this comes down to.... I don't know what it is, but it's... I don't know.<br><br>Anyway, recently, I started hanging out with this new kid, one of my classmates, and he invited me over to his house. I went over to his house and he introduced me to a lot of people, but one thing that caught my attention was this really pretty girl, 15, nice and kind, I'll call her Emily (fake name). I tried to flirt with her but didn't really succeed and at the end of the day my classmates were like "holy shit, why didn't you ask Emily out?". I was like "what?? We talked and I asked her out and she rejected me". They were like "yeah, but you know, she had a crush on you, that's why she was flirting with you". I was like "I don't know, I didn't really notice". Anyway, so I texted her and she friendzoned me.<br><br>So, the next weekend, my classmates invited me over again, but we went to a different house this time. I went over and the first thing I saw was Emily all dressed up, wearing mascara, eye hunting, shiny hair, shiny lips, looking unrecognizable, all for... well you know who. And I felt a sharp pain in my heart, but I didn't want to ruin the vibe so I didn't say anything.<br><br>Anyway, so we played truth or dare and I was like "oh, I'll choose dare, what's the worst that could happen?". And they were like "spend the night with Emily and Brooke, and don't let go of their hands". I was like "oh, that's not so bad". And then I was like "oh shit, I have to sleep in the same room as them?". They were like "yeah, don't worry, we'll make it worth it". Anyway, so we went to their room and got in bed and they just talked about random things and Brooke was like "yeah, it's not fair that we don't let Emily sleep with the prettiest boys". I was like "oh, really?". They were like "yeah, our friends are so jealous of Emily". I was like "huh? So you guys want to make Emily sleep with me?". They were like "yeah, you're pretty cute". And then Emily was like "you know what? Tonight I'm going to make out with the prettiest boy in this room". I was like "oh, who is that?". And then she came over to me and we started making out.<br><br>And we made out, for 30 minutes. And my heart was racing and I couldn't believe it. And I felt really proud of myself, like I had won the lottery or something. It was my first kiss, and I was like 16, never had a gf, and I was thinking to myself "wow, this must be the luckiest night of my life". But of course, it was just a one time thing, and Emily doesn't want to be my gf anymore. But I don't really care, because I know that I was able to get a pretty girl to make out with me, and that in a way, makes me feel like I'm not an incel. And my classmates are all like "wow, you're so lucky, you're the prettiest guy in the room", it just makes me feel really good.<br><br>I swear, I'm just an average guy, but just to be able to get a pretty girl to make out with me feels great. And when I told my mom about it, she was like "yeah, but you're a pretty boy, you're like my pretty little baby boy". And it just feels great, because I don't really know if I'm pretty or not, but if people think I'm pretty then that's all that matters.<br><br>&#x200B;