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“Those other girls aren’t real.”

Abigail went to great lengths to convince you that she wasn’t like those other girls. Her experiences had greater depth, her thoughts were more developed, her interests were more artistic, and her feelings were more genuine. Abigail had esoteric qualities that made her special and unique, while those other girls were basic and shallow. Abigail also had a bigger waist and fatter thighs.

She wasn’t fat, but Abigail was conscious of her limitations and adjusted accordingly. If she couldn’t compete with those other girls, Abigail would attempt to hijack and redefine what it meant to win and then try to convince men that what they thought they wanted was all wrong.

The blonde cheerleader with the big chest wasn’t cool like Abigail. She didn’t like indie music, nor artsy movies, she didn’t read interesting novels, she didn’t have an ironic taste in fashion, nor would she be happy having a night-in drinking beers and playing Mario Kart. She wasn’t real, and Abigail was; real is what you should want.

The results weren’t very interesting. Abigail was able to be promiscuous with high-value men who probably would have fucked her anyway regardless of her advertised depth. She had beta-orbiters who masturbated her unique identity, but probably would have orbited her anyway. And, she had doofus boyfriends who respected her esoteric thoughts and opinions, but probably would have liked her regardless.

Abigail thought she needed to leverage authenticity, in the form of a meticulously sculpted identity, to compensate for not being as aesthetically competitive as higher-value women. Abigail thought that with enough salesmanship and authenticity she could land a rockstar boyfriend.