I do not consider myself an expert on game at all, but I could not pass up this ridiculous beta male. Notice his skinny jeans or leggings or dark stockings or whatever he is wearing. Notice how he leans in, coyly in her direction. Look at the direction of his body, his feet. It’s practically begging for her affirmation. His hands, where? Around here? No. In his pockets, listlessly, passively. Then comes that hashtag. That vicious, feelings-murdering dagger.