Anyone else here a manlet? How do you cope?

I got black pilled last night by my dearest friend, a lesbian that I (a man, nominally) am in love with to the point of derangement.

We were drunk (moscato for me, cider for her) and confessing embarrassing secrets. I had a life of endless humiliations to share. Perhaps I could have admitted that for the last five years I had been the pining Catullus to her Lesbia but I’m a fucking coward.

Her big secret? She went on a date once with a man as an experiment. She described him as 6’7 and said she had picked him especially for his height, her thought process being if she was going to try a man she should try the “best quality of man”.

It was only one date, she said the hair on his knuckles gave her the ick.

But I will now add shaving the downy hair on the back of my hand to the various secret and pathetic supplications I perform for her. Like the flannel, cheap Casio watch, and (God forgive me) carabiner I wear on days she’s in the office with me, the he/him in my work email signature, and the plastic food containers I microwave in the break room almost grateful for the feminising microplastics.

I just love her so much, bros. Maybe if I had been 6’7 I could have been the experiment.