How are his coworkers going to know he's a virgin? How are the people in his community going to know he's a virgin?
This, 100%. It is literally the incel's biggest issue, and it's a completely imaginary issue that they've deluded themselves into thinking matters.
Here's the biggest blackpill (
and whitepill) ever for you incels:
Nobody out in the world thinks about you. At all. Even when you think they do, they don't.
Your coworkers? They're busy with their own lives. If they're married they probably just assume that you're also partnered up, and that is the full extent of that thought process. They won't give it any more thought than that. Sure, you never mention having a partner and they'd probably notice that they've never seen you with anyone if they stopped to think about it for a second (Hint: but
they won't think about it; see previous paragraph). But even then, they're not going to care either way. If anything, they're glad that you seem to be able to separate work from your personal problems. They probably think of you favorably, compared to the jackasses that put their relationship and family issues on full display for everyone to see. Sure, it's sometimes fun to commiserate with ol' Julie when she starts bitching about her private life problems, but nobody respects her for bringing that shit up when you're all just trying to sort these spreadsheets and clock out. They've got their own problems, and they all resent her trying to make her problems part of everyone else's problems too.
Your friends? Sure, they might actually notice and comment. Depending on how baffled they are they might even try to match you up with people in their extended friends group. (This is a
good thing by the way. It's how most of us old fuddies got together with new people back before you whippersnappers came along with your Tinder and your Snapchat and your Discord and chill tomfoolery.) But even if they do this, that's the entire extent to which they'll care about your 'problem'. They think they'll do a solid for a friend, and then they move immediately onto the next thought, e.g. what they'll cook for dinner, or why their car seems to be making a weird clicking noise lately. They're
not thinking about you at all. And none of their fleeting thoughts about you, even the suspicious/embarrassing ones, stick around long enough to be malicious or worth taking to heart. "Hey, do you reckon X ever gets laid?" "Nope, never see him with a chick. Ah well. Hey, what pizzas do we all want? I'm doing a food run before the game starts."
Your community? Please, you'll be lucky if they even remember your name when they see you around. You're literally just "that guy" to most of them. You're that 'vaguely humanoid shape' that says Hi to them sometimes on their morning commute, or that jackass that always cuts them off on the freeway. For better and worse, they don't give a fuck about you. 99% of them would have trouble describing you to a police sketcher. They're not thinking about you at all. They are certainly not going to waste any time thinking about your love life. In
exactly the same way that you don't waste time thinking about theirs. (Try to recall the last time you bought groceries for instance. When you saw the guy at the checkout, were you thinking about how much pussy he's
surely missing out on because what chick would be interested in a grown-ass man working checkout? Or were you thinking that he's scanning your items really slow, like what is this, 'bring-the-retard-to-work day' or something, doesn't he realize you've got other shit to do today and can he hurry the fuck up please? Think back. Was that checkout guy a fully 3-dimensional person in your mind during that interaction? Or was he a 1-dimensional character, a cartoon caricature of a human being that exists only to scan and bag your items, and he stopped existing to your mind the second you got back into your car? The second one, right? Well, spoiler alert:
that's how everyone else in your community sees you, too.)
That chick you finally managed to invite back to your place and got naked? She's not even thinking about you. If you mentioned you were a virgin she might have gotten a little weird about it (but probably only because the type of person that announces that they're a virgin before a lay is usually pretty weird about it themselves. For real, why the fuck would you even announce this?). If you didn't mention that you're a virgin she's probably not even going to notice. You're likely not going to fumble any more than someone moderately experienced would: after all, you both (presumably) like each other and haven't had sex with each other yet, so you're both going to be fumbling awkwardly as you get a feel for one another's bodies. You're not going to remember her fumbles. And she's not going to notice yours; she's too worried about more pressing concerns like whether she's getting a little flabby, but she checked the mirror and she looked alright but then aren't there medical conditions like anorexia that trick your brain into seeing things in the mirror that aren't reality, so
oh god what if she's actually a lardass and just delusional about it? And also that seafood you two had at the restaurant didn't agree with her and is it kind of gross to be having sex when she's this gassy? And...
So why is all of this a whitepill? Because it's
liberating as fuck when you fully internalize this. Nobody gives a fuck about you, and even the ones that do are mostly phoning it in 99% of the time. So you're free to literally do whatever the hell you want, confident in the knowledge that literally everyone that's
not you couldn't care less. Within reason of course (y'know, don't fail so hard at life that you wind up with a thread here would be my advice), but there's much more leeway than you guys seem to think.