I'm a manlet with a 5 inch penis. Should I just go after Filipinas

>>81784022 (OP)
go for what you want anon

>>81784022 (OP)
Alright, Champ. Let's put the tape measure away and get serious.

You're out here worrying about inches and nationalities like that's gonna build you a future. Let me tell you what you should be chasing: a job. A paycheck. A damn routine. Because no woman-Filipina or otherwise-is gonna be impressed by a guy whose greatest accomplishment is a keyboard confession and a vague idea of "going abroad."

You want confidence? Purpose? Something to stand tall with, even if you're five-foot-whatever?

Get to work. Build something. Show the world you've got more going for you than a ruler and a defeatist attitude.

And when you're ready to be a man instead of a statistic.

You march into that workplace, look the manager in the eye, and give him a firm handshake, Champ.

>>81784073
I have a full time job that pays 80k a year already

>>81784097
go to guatemala

>>81784184
Id say he should go to Brazil instead

>>81784189
well and i say he should to guatemala better

>>81784073
Fuck you fed. I am not working so you can afford another yacht while you rape children and refuse to release the Epstein list.

I'm fat, pushing 200lbs and 5'9".
In middle school a girl screamed when she found out I had a crush on her. Suffice to say, I'm ugly.
I've never had women look at me until I went to the Philippines. But once I was there I felt like a fucking chad. Beautiful women, petite and youthful looked at me like I was a movie star. It was fucking awesome.

Go anon. Go and fulfill your destiny.

>>81784073
I can't look people in they eye. I have autism and don't think to.
They'll fire me in a month or two anyway because they say the opposite of what they mean and expect me to know they mean the opposite of what they say.

>>81784328
Alright, Champ. Let me tell you about Mort Shavers.

Mort was our fullback back in high school. Big kid, rough edges, didn't talk much. Had trouble picking up sarcasm, didn't look you in the eye, and ran like a cement truck in wet grass. But let me tell you something about Mort - if you needed four yards, he'd get you four. If you needed three? He'd get you four. If you needed five? Hell_ he'd still get you four. Every. Damn. Time.

He wasn't flashy. Wasn't easy. But he showed up, and we worked on it. Every day after practice, we'd run passing drills. He'd drop half of them, stumble on the rest - until one day, State Finals, last play, I threw to Mort in the flat. Nobody saw it coming. He caught it. He ran it in. We won. You know why?

Because he worked at it.

So don't tell me what you can't do, Champ. Tell me what you're willing to try. You don't need to look anyone in the eye if you show up, give your best, and keep learning. People notice effort. And progress? That's a handshake in motion.

Now get out there, walk up to the manager, say you're ready to work, and give him a firm handshake, Champ.

Thridie here. I'm a fat, light-skinned latinx Would you dating out with me?

>>81784292
>In middle school a girl screamed when she found out I had a crush on her.
Apex kek. I hope you pulled a Revenge of the Nerds.