Last year during Thanksgiving, one of my friends invited me to a turkey dinner he hosted for all of us. During the gathering, the wife of another friend asked if I was still single. I told yes i am , thinking to myself "What do you expect from a master incel?" She then mentioned that one of her female coworkers was single and interested in dating. I asked for more information and learned that she was a project manager at Cisco. I requested a photo for validation and saw that she was attractive—slim, brunette, with green eyes. I agreed to give it a shot and asked for her number. The wife excitedly called her coworker right away instead of just messaging her. She went to another room to talk, and I started fantasizing about our future together: traveling, hugging, holding hands, kissing, and even waking up to her kissing my neck. I imagined a happy family life with five kids.

While I was daydreaming, the wife returned with a straight face and told me that the girl was already talking to someone else. My dreams shattered in an instant, but I shrugged it off and pretended not to care, though I felt pretty disappointed.

Fast forward to today, my friend’s wife sent me a voice message out of nowhere saying her slooty friend had reached out, asking about me. I was certain she had seen my LinkedIn profile last year and thought I was a good backup plan. I told my friend’s wife bluntly that I wasn’t anyone’s backup plan and added, rather crudely, that I might consider her if she came over and sucked my d!ck.

1 min later my friend "proly no longer a friend" then called me, freaking out about how I had spoken to his wife. I told him to calm down and that his wife shouldn't take it personally since I only called her friend a slut. He backed down after hearing my tone, knowing my background in Thai boxing and Brazilian jiu-jitsu.

For some reason, I feel great about how I handled this situation.

* Mandatory photo of sloot.*