I met an incel for a coffee

I work in the social media sphere, so I follow all kinds of Polish online communities: some popular, some very niche. A few weeks ago, I found myself on an incel forum. I discovered it on a popular site (the Polish analogue of Reddit, actually), just scrolling through random stuff. I was in bed, getting ready to sleep, when I stumbled on the thread: "Women despise short men. Facts."

I clicked.

The thread was full of screenshots of Tinder bios ("Only swipe if you're 185+ cm") circled with red arrows, TikTok videos of bros spilling hard truths, piles of statistics (no clue how fake). People there called themselves "przegrywy," which roughly translates to "losers," but in Polish online slang, it's like "incels", but a bit more sarcastic.

I noticed that one user there wrote in full sentences. He used terms like "sluts" and "bitches," but he had a thesis: things were fine when people found partners in their own villages and churches, and the apps ruined everything. His profile said he was based in Kraków.

I replied to one of his comments. Attraction is contextual, I explained. He responded  with more stats. We went back and forth. Finally, I DM'd him:

“Would you be open to chatting IRL?”

"What for?"

"Just curious."

"OK.”.

We agreed to meet for coffee.

When he arrived at the coffee shop, he looked decent. Clean shoes, polo shirt, short haircut, a bit of a belly but nothing disqualifying. About 170 cm tall, two centimeters taller than me. He was in his mid-30s.

We chatted for an hour, not really about his online views, but our lives, work, video games, books, travel. He was saving up for a month in the Philippines because women there were less picky, apparently.

I shrugged.

I asked if he had a Tinder account.

"Yeah," he said. He had a paid version, and, as he explained, with such a version, you can fake your location anywhere. He showed me his matches: none from Kraków. All of his matches were from the Philippines.

He was swiping like he was in Manila just to feel noticed by women. It was both horrifying and heartbreaking.

Strangely, I felt a bit of attraction to him. It was not a pity. I kinda liked his sincerity. Some men perform alpha, and some fake being vulnerable, but he laid out his worldview without caring about the impression he was making on me.

Okay, maybe it was a bit of pity.

I moved closer, and our thighs touched under the table.

"When was the last time you had sex?" I asked.

"Never," he said.

Like I'd asked what he ate for breakfast.

"So, you wanna go to Manila to lose your virginity?"

"Basically, yeah."

"Well," I said, "they say never grocery shop when you're hungry."

I started rubbing my thigh against his.

"What do you mean?" He frowned.

I slipped my hand under the table and cupped his balls through his jeans.

His heavy sack was filling my grip. He sucked in air and moaned a bit.

I felt his cock thickening, and my fingers squeezed his balls. I started rolling them slowly. I noticed drops of sweat and his neck.

"Fuck," he said. His cock got hard.

“You like it?” I asked.

“Yes… Go on…”.

I unzipped him, slid my hand inside, and found his cock. We were in a deserted corner of a coffee shop. Still, I felt how my pussy was becoming moist just because of the riskiness of what I was doing.

I started pumping his cock slowly

He gripped the table. His hips were buckling. I smiled and sped up: schlick-schlic, schlick-schlic. Suddenly, his cum shot out. Warm and gooey substance pooled in my palm.

He slumped and his cock went limp.

I lifted my hand covered in his cum and started licking it. I swallowed everything I could and then I sucked each finger clean looking into his eyes.

He was speechless.

One glob of his cum dropped into my coffee, and I drank it in one deep gulp..

"Good luck in Manila."

I stood, politely nodded goodbye and walked out.