From the moment she became attractive, the attention was on her. Uninvited. Constant. Unconditional. Men orbiting, begging, sipping .
Social media turned that drip into a flood with an algorithm behind it. Engineered by the same people who designed slot machines.
Her libido didn't disappear. It got rerouted through an ego lens. The arousal response that should fire for genuine masculine presence got rewired to the notification. The number going up. The validation hit.
Your anxious attention isn't the scarce thing she's missing. It's more of what she already has too much of.
Abundant = Worth-Less.
Another worshipper paying pilgrimage.
The scarcity is a man who doesn't need to give it. Mental point of origin locked in. Present without being hungry. Able to put her in her place without flinching — because he isn't running the approval circuit.
You know this material. You've done the work on the mechanism in you.
When did you last catch yourself feeding a chick attention you didn't mean, approval you didn't feel she warranted?