The last woman he was shown involved with was an Auburn "Tigerette" years ago. The Tigerettes provide lots of "services" to Auburn Football recruits during their campus visits. She wasn't exactly a prize catch by an alpha player.
Drex always seemed to me to be a old ratty drag-ass black guy whose time (if he ever had one) was long over. Nick may think of him as an "adonis", but I'm not sure that anyone else does.
He is angry in the way alot of guys like him who reach his age area. He is going to be angry at anyone who doesn't simp for him (like Nick) or pretend to him that he is still the alpha bull.
There are really only three kinds of women who'd date a guy like Drex. They are:
a.) Dinge queens -- women who fetishize the dark meat. Such women have generally been through their fair share of black men and there's no going back. Any white man who gets an inkling of her dating history is dumping her immediately because she's obviously damaged goods.
b.) Porkers -- big fat lard arses that white men won't touch but black men seem to appreciate.
c.) Women who've hit the wall -- they've been without a partner for so long, they're willing to give a black man a spin. Sometimes these women strike it lucky and meet somebody who isn't warped by culture and psychology, but they'd have to be extremely lucky.
I suspect the Tigerette fell into the latter category. Though I'm guessing she'd been with black before, and I think Drex might be somewhat skilled as passing for civiiized/acting white.
I've got some sympathy for Drexel. Unlike Nick, he's much more careful about his opsec, and I think that's because there's an enormous gap between the lifestyle that he aspires to and the lifestyle that he actually lives.
While we don't know exactly what he does to earn a living, I think our best guess of some low-tier role in the travel industry (ie, travel agent, airline steward, etc.) is probably most plausible. If he was in a high status role, we'd never hear the end of it out of him because Drexel is a man who likes to boast. He doesn't boast about his career because it's an embarrassment to him.
But then a couple of years ago, something happened in Drex's life that made him think a different outcome might be happening down the road. His old mucker, Nick Rekieta, his pal from school days, had started fucking around on YouTube -- and he'd started to see some success. And not just SOME success -- but massive success. The incompetent fucker was coining it hand over fist.
Because Nick was his best mate from way back, he wasn't going to hog all the success -- he was happy to share the wealth. He'd have Drexel on his show as often as he wanted to appear. Just too good ol' boys, talking about gay sex, booty bandits and cucks. How could such a format fail? Anyway, it would give Drexel massive exposure, Nick had a huge audience. They were bound to subscribe to Drexel's own channel. The whole thing was like money in the bank.
Before long, Drexel's channel would be almost as big as NIck's. Probably bigger. Who the hell wants to listen to a lawyer talking about lawyer shit, when they can listen to a big black buck talking about coomer shit? Drexel's ship had finally come in. His big break was hear at last. All he had to do was wait.
So he waited. And waited. Thankfully, he didn't give up the day job. Sure, there were a few setbacks. That story about making his good friend's daughter his submissive when she turned 18 was one of those things. But people will get over that one eventually, right? They have short memories...
I think it must have finally registered that his life isn't about to change in any significant way. He might make a few hundred bucks a year from YouTube, but nobody's going to be fighting to give him a contract to appear on their network. Shit, the way things are going it might be touch and go whether Rekieta gets to keep HIS contracts in the future. The game is finally up.
So as I said at the beginning, I've got some sympathy for Drex. A couple of years ago, the world must have seemed like it was his oyster -- wide open vistas, there to be conquered. And just a few short years later, his dreams have to be crushed. Totally decimated.
Of course, Drex is not a nice man. He doesn't deserve any success. He deserves to be strung up by his testicles and flogged to within an inch of his life. But having it all seem to be so close, just inches away from your grasp -- only to be finally whipped away before you get so much of a sniff of the benefits -- well, that's got to be hard.
