Unsolicited

There’s this conviction some guys have that women are just waiting to see their dicks. Like it’s wired into the female brain—you send a photo out of nowhere and she instantly opens it and becomes a different person. Grateful. Awed. Ready.

What gets me is how absolute this belief is. A guy will look at his own dick and see something godlike, something capable of commanding immediate worship, and he’ll think she’s going to lose her mind when she sees this. No doubt in it. No calculation. Just pure conviction.

The actual response from women is different. There was this video going around—just women looking at unsolicited dick pics from strangers, reacting honestly. The most common response was a smile. Not the smile he was hoping for. More like the smile you give when someone is so confidently wrong about something that it becomes funny to watch. Except he’s not joking. He genuinely thought this was going to work.

The gap is almost beautiful in how absolute it is. What he sees as powerful and undeniable comes across as delusional. What feels like a bold move is actually a comedy bit. And the worst part for him—it’s not that she finds it offensive. It’s that she finds it funny.

I get the impulse, though. There’s a specific kind of horniness—late at night, alone, the world feels smaller and more possible—where sending a photo to a stranger seems reasonable. Where you can convince yourself that she might want this. Might be waiting for it. The male brain is capable of some beautiful self-delusion when the blood flow is redirected.

But no. She wasn’t waiting.