Just two quick observations here for those of you trying to detox!

Firstly - I don’t choose the clothes I’m wearing. When I go clothes shopping, I try to find things that fit. Mens fashion is straight foreword because men have less diverse figures. For female clothes, the number of metrics that go into designing the ratio of our clothing, coupled with the styles that are in fashion, the diversity of female body types, and so forth, means that realistically finding clothes that both fit you and suit your preferences is not likely for the majority of the female population.

This is why so many women take up sewing, thrifting, and manipulating clothes to suit their needs.

So no,I am not choosing these clothes to attract a mate. If I had the choice, my personal fashion would be a lot more reserved because I don’t like attention or socializing with strangers. Everyone’s personal style is difference - most don’t have the opportunity to buy clothes to express it.

Secondly - Strangers who approach me aren’t “options” or “offers”. It only dawned on me in later life that this is done with any kind of serious intent to begin with. When guys asked me how many “offers” I had gotten, I thought of men I knew in some fashion for a while who eventually asked me out. It never occurred to me to count random strangers.

Why?

For me, that is because if I do not know anything about you, there’s no way for me to know if you’re attractive to me. I’m a nerdy girl. I like conversations. Good thinkers who spent time contemplating the truth of life, their values, why they value those values, and learning about science and life is attractive to me. They’re also very hard to find, because most men place so much value in their appearance and body count, that they don’t really think the subjects I’m interested in matter much.

That being the case, what is the statistical likelihood that a random stranger who approaches me is going to have the values and interests I relate to? Especially if they think cold approaching women is the way to make a meaningful connection?

Those guys were never “options”. They’re just people whose courage I admire, that I feel really lousy about rejecting, and on whose behalf I will probably sit in the car hating myself for a half hour at some point later that day for crushing someone who was being brave - moreover, who was being brave AND being kind to me by way of complimenting me in some fashion. That feeling really sucks. It makes me want to avoid making eye contact with guys or smiling too much because no strangers are “options” to me and I never want to accidentally give off the impression that they were.

I think some women relate to some of this, and I hope it helps some guys understand why Red Pill is wrong in the way it interprets why women do what they do.