Imagine after being incel for years you finally meet a girl who is interested in you. She seems different, not the kind of girl who would be into douchebags. She knows you are shy, but she is patient with you, because she seems to see something in you. One day you get the courage to ask her if she wants to go to the mall with you and she agrees. As you are in the mall walking with her, you ask yourself "Is this it, have I finally succeeded in 'dating' a girl?" As you think this, you get a feeling as if you are being wrapped with a warm blanket of comfort.

Just then some teenage douchebag with a deep voice dripping with testosterone that some teenagers have towards the end of puberty approaches the girl and says "YO! Your shirt says X. Yo that's my favorite thing ever!" And he pulls her aside and starts talking with her. You think to yourself "when is she going to tell this douchebag to fuck off?" But to your horror she is smiling big and very naturally giggling in response to everything he says. You think to yourself "she never giggled like this when she was with me". After a couple of minutes he leaves and she walks back to you. She tells you "I'm going on a date with later tonight. I'm so excited!"