I'm sick of people only liking me because of my massive chess elo


"I'm sick of people only liking me because of my massive ____". You go on Family Feud and be like "Chess Elo"
BING

I understand that it can be frustrating when people just label you as the 'pro chess player' and not view you as who you are. However, look at the bright side; at least people appreciate the fact that you are good at the game and give you the respect you deserve for it.

Little Womem is indeed a true classic.
As for the OP: Really - Nobody cares about your chess rating, or anyone else's for that matter. It's not worth anything and therefore, only a child would attach importance to it.
You sound like a great type to have at a party. So fun loving with a sense of humour.



I have the exact same story..except substitute "chess rating" with "fat stacks and noticable buldge". Weird coincidence to be sure and I feel your pain.

Baaa haaa haaaa haaaa. Haaa haaa haaaa haaaa. This is the biggest self indulgent post I've ever seen. It's hilarious. Thanks for such a good laugh. Of all the "Green" your date saw, did she also notice that you don't even win 50% of your games? I have a very large IQ and I can assure you that my wife loves me for it. Women are generally smarter than men so I am surprised that she didn't take you home and give you a good grilling OTB. Looks to me like someone who just wants to tell the world about his score. If this lady exists, which I doubt, and is so put off by your "brilliance", I have a simple answer. Lose some games and get laid on your next date. 🤣👍😁


Let me paint a picture for you. I'm on a first date with this wonderful girl I met through a mutual friend. Everything is going well, like phenomenally well, too well. We agree on all the same topics and our sense of humor match but differed enough that we're surprising each other with our experiences. Some way or another I bring up that I am 1700 on chess.com.
She kinda laughs, acknowledges how cool and incredible an achievement that is. We continue chatting until I decide to use the restroom, except I forgot my phone--and in my gut, there's a fat storm brewing.
Lo and behold, I get back to my table and my date is furiously looking through her phone. Wait--it's MY phone. She had memorized my password!
"What the hell!?" I ask, pulling my phone away. Her grip is like a vice. On the screen is some kind of chess statistics page!
"I just wanted to see your thick game history," she pleaded. "Oh God, look at all that green, oh my lord I can't believe it."
Wherever I go my amazing chess elo follows me like a stench. Men, women, anyone: if they hear that I have extreme skill and a diverse opening pool, they see me as some sort of chess Adonis.
Sometimes I'll be taken home, thinking it's past-time to get funny. But then would-be lover shows me to the computer and begs me on their hands and knees to let them witness "one short game of blitz." Is that all I am? A set of fingers, a pair of eyeballs, blessed and cursed to be so much better than you at this game?
My main opening, my main is the French. And sometimes I feel like a Frenchmen, just something to be stepped on. A piece of fungal meat.
Pro chess players of Chess.com: how do you get along with others when all they can think about is your dextrous finger and massive opening repertoire? I just want good and honest love.
Based on a true story.
Why be sicked of women liking us for Massive xxxx? We men are the same

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