That sperg was an even bigger incel in college than Chris.In college I had a class with this really strange and extremely unlikable guy. Every damn day he was dressed in vintage leisure suits made of corduroy or crushed velvet.
So something like this:
Every day. In all the hideous 70s color palettes you can imagine. I have no idea what he was thinking. But it looked so ludicrous that there's no way he wasn't aware of how other people viewed his wardrobe choices.
He was also way misogynistic. In a real douchebag sort of way that he'd try to pass off as being perfectly acceptable. This was an anthropology class (pre SJW explosion). And when the professor, who was a woman, would talk about women's roles in different societies he liked to interject his viewpoints on how American women needed to do the same. So imagine a curly haired dork in horn rimmed glasses and dressed like we're still in the Ford administration who liked to make it be known as much as possible that women belonged in the kitchen. He also liked the idea of polygamy. There was no way in hell this guy was even gonna get one girl let alone several.
So one day I come into class and the professor hasn't arrived yet. Leisure Suit Loser is sitting at a desk dressed in a burgundy corduroy number with lapels out to here. And he's got a whole bunch of sketches laid out over several other desks. There was no way they weren't meant to be on display for all to see. He probably was hoping someone would ask him about them. But no one did. They just sort of avoided that part of the room the best they could.
So what was on the sketches? UFOs and aliens. Just pages and pages of them. I guess that was his thing. The whole package was just unbelievable. He was a true recipe for permanent virginhood.