There are two attractive broads at my gym, one to whom I’m extremely attracted. But that’s besides the point. ....
A few weeks ago, I entered the back room and the squat rack was cluttered with all manner of bags, phones, dildos, whatever. So I loudly say, “Whoever owns all this crap, get it out of here!”
The one girl, blonde (not the one I dig), says, “It’s ours!”
“Okay, well get it out of here. Fortress is here to do a man’s work.”
They collect the junk and blondie says, “I can’t believe you talked like that to us! No guy ever talks to us like that! You’re super brave.”
Good looking ... not good looking ... Broads have become too full of themselves.
To the whore I said, “Your encounters have thus far been with cuck betas. I’m Fortress. When I’m here, you’re down here.” (I made a gesture with my hand far below my chest, indicating a much-less status.)