Why It's So Hard: Dating For Modern Men

When you think about it, despite feeling difficult, the problems men struggle with in dating sound pretty trivial.

For instance, men have been walking and talking their entire lives, yet walking up to an attractive woman and opening their mouths to say “Hi,” can feel impossibly complex to us. Men have been using a phone since they were children, yet the agony some men go through just to dial a woman’s phone number, you’d think they were being waterboarded. Most men have kissed a woman before and they’ve seen hundreds of movies and instances in real life of other people kissing, yet as she stares dreamily into his eyes hour after hour, he tells himself he can never find the “right moment” to do it.

Why? It sounds simple, but why is it so hard?

There are men who have built business empires, gone to war, played violent sports, climbed mountains, written novels — and yet the mere sight of a petite woman in a sexy dress sends their hearts racing and minds reeling.

Dating advice often compares improving with women to improving at some practical skill, such as playing piano or learning a foreign language. Sure, there are some overlapping principles, but I can’t imagine a grown man trembling with anxiety every time he sits down at the keys. And I’ve never met a man who became depressed for a week after failing to conjugate a verb correctly. They’re not the same.

Generally speaking, if someone practices piano daily for two years, he will eventually become quite competent at it. Yet a number of men continue to go out meeting woman after woman, going on date after date, year after year and seeing little to no progress, little to no change, and continue to remain alone.

Why?

What is it about this one area of life that the most basic actions can feel impossible, that repetitive behavior often leads to little or no improvement, and that our psychological defense mechanisms run rampant trying to convince us to NOT pursue what we want?

Why dating and not, say, skiing? Or even our careers? Why is it that a man can conquer the corporate ladder, become a militant CEO, demanding and receiving the respect and admiration of hundreds of brilliant minds, and then at night cower and stutter his way through a date with a beautiful woman?

Our Emotional Maps

As children, none of us get 100% of our needs met. This is true of you. It’s true of me. It’s true of everyone. The degree of which our needs aren’t met varies widely, and the nature of how our needs are unfulfilled differs as well. But it’s the sad truth about growing up: we’ve all got baggage. And some of us have a lot of it. Whether it is a parent who didn’t hold us enough, who didn’t feed us regularly enough, a father who wasn’t around often, a mother who left us and moved away, being forced to move from school to school as a child and never having friends — all of these experiences leave their mark as a series of micro-traumas that shape and define us.

The nature and depth of these traumas imprint themselves onto our unconscious and become the map of how we experience love, intimacy and sex throughout our lives.

If mom was over-protective and dad was never around, that will form part of our map for love and intimacy. If we were manipulated or tormented by our siblings and peers, that will imprint itself as part of our self-image. If mom was an alcoholic and dad was screwing around with other women, it will stay with us. If our first girlfriend died in a car accident or dad beat us because he caught us masturbating — well, you get the point. These imprints will not only affect, but define, all of our future romantic and sexual relationships as an adult.

You and I and everyone else have met hundreds, if not thousands, of members of the opposite sex. Out of those thousands, multiple hundreds easily met our physical criteria for a mate. Yet out of those hundreds of women, we only fall for a very few. Only a handful we meet in our entire lives ever grab us on that gut-level, where we lose all rationality and control and lay awake at night thinking about them.

It’s often not the woman we expected to fall for either. Susy had the perfect body. Jane had the great sense of humor and was amazing in bed. But Melissa is the one we can’t stop thinking about, the one we involuntarily keep going back to over and over and over again.

Psychologists believe that romantic love occurs when our unconscious becomes exposed to someone who matches the archetype of parental love we experienced growing up, someone whose behavior matches our emotional map for intimacy. Our unconscious is always seeking to return to the unconditional nurturing we received as children, and to re-process and heal the traumas we suffered.

In short, our unconscious is wired to seek out members of the opposite sex who it believes will fulfill our unfulfilled emotional needs, to fill in the gaps of the love and nurturing we missed out on as kids. This is why the people we fall in love with almost always resemble our parents on an emotional level.

Hence why people who are madly in love say to each other, “you complete me,” or refer to each other as their “better half.” It’s also why couples in the throes of new love often act like children around one another. Their unconscious mind can’t differentiate between the love they’re receiving from their girlfriend/boyfriend and the love they once received as a child from their parents.

This is also why dating and relationships are so painful and difficult for so many of us, particularly if we had strained familial relationships growing up. Unlike playing the piano or learning a language, our dating and sex lives are inextricably bound to our emotional needs, and when we get into potentially intimate or sexual situations, these experiences rub up against our prior traumas causing us anxiety, neuroticism, stress and pain.

So that woman rejecting you when you approach her isn’t just rejecting you, but to your unconscious you’re reliving every time your mother rejected you or turned down your need for affection.

That irrational fear you feel when it comes time to take your clothes off in front of her isn’t just the nervousness of the moment, but every time you were punished for sexual thoughts or feelings growing up.

Don’t believe me? Think about this. Someone no-shows for a regular business meeting with you. How do you feel? Annoyed likely. Maybe a tad disrespected. But chances are you get over it quickly, and by the time you get home and are watching the football game you don’t even remember it even happened.

Now, imagine a woman you are extremely attracted to no-shows for a date. How do you feel? If you’re like most men who struggle in this area of their life: like shit. Like you just got used and lead on and shat on.

Why? Because being flaked on rubs up against your unconscious fear of abandonment, fear that nobody loves you and that you’re going to be alone forever. Ouch.

Maybe you freak out and call her and leave her angry voicemails. Maybe you continue to call her weeks or months later, getting blown off over and over again, feeling worse and worse each time. Or maybe you just get depressed and mope about it on an online forum, asking for strategies or tactics to prevent it happening in the future.

Every irrational fear, emotional outburst or insecurity you have in your dating life is an imprint on your emotional map from your relationships growing up.

It’s why you’re terrified to go for the first kiss even though she’s sent you 100 signals saying she likes you. It’s why you freeze up when it comes time to introduce yourself to a woman you don’t know or tell someone you just met how you feel about them. It’s why you can’t perform when you get into bed with her or why you avoid opening up and sharing yourself with her.

The list goes on and on.

All of these issues have deep-seated roots in your unconscious, your unfulfilled emotional needs and traumas. Pick up lines, techniques and theory don’t fix them either, they merely cover them up.

Disassociating From Our Emotions

A common way men bypass dealing with the emotional stress involved in dating is by disassociating their emotions from women and sex. If they shut off their need for intimacy and connection, then their sexual actions no longer rub up against their emotional maps and they can greatly diminish the neediness and anxiety they once felt around women while still reaping the superficial benefits. It takes time and practice, but once disassociated from their emotions, they can enjoy the sex and validation of dating women without concerns for intimacy, connection, and in some cases, ethics.

Here are common ways men disassociate dating from their emotions:

  • Objectification of sex and women. This includes, but is not limited to, keeping lay counts, flag counts, rating women they date on a 1-10 scale, tracking “progress,” calculating open ratios, close ratios, comparing notes with other men and treating it as some sort of high score on a video game.

    Granted, meaningless sex can be fun at times. So can a harmless brag to your buddies here and there. But viewing ALL male-female interactions through this lens is catastrophic to one’s ability to engage in emotional intimacy and resolve a lot of these unconscious problems. In fact, it just suppresses them and makes them worse.

  • Misogyny. Viewing women as inferior or as highly different creatures with different values, desires and emotions is a sure way to redirect one’s emotional problems outward onto the female population at large rather than dealing with them yourself. Without fail, men who treat and view women as some inferior “other,” are more often than not projecting their own anger and insecurities onto the women they meet rather than dealing with them. (For what it’s worth, this applies to some misandrist feminists I’ve come across as well).
     
  • Manipulation, lines and tactics. By adopting lines, manipulation or tactics to meet and seduce women, a man is withholding his true identity from the woman and therefore is withholding his emotional map as well. If a woman is falling for the perception of who he is rather than who he really is, then there’s far less risk for conjuring up the buried emotional stress and pain of his prior relationships.
     
  • Overuse of humor, teasing, bantering. A classic strategy of distraction. Not that jokes or teasing aren’t always bad, but an interaction of NOTHING but jokes and teasing is a means to communicate without saying anything important, to enjoy yourselves without actually do anything, and to feel like you know each other without actually knowing a thing. This is most typical of English-speaking cultures, as they tend to use sarcasm and teasing as a means to imply affection rather than actually showing it.
     
  • Stripclubs, prostitution, pornography. A way to experience one’s sexuality vicariously through an empty, idealized vessel, whether it’s on a screen, a pole, or running you $100 an hour.

Men who harbor a lot of resentment for women tend to disassociate and objectify women the most. Men who had turbulent relationships with their mothers, men who were left by their wives or girlfriends, or men who were tormented by women growing up, these men will likely find it much easier and more enticing to objectify and measure their sex lives than to confront their demons and overcome their emotional scars with the women they become involved with.

Depending on the nature of their issues with women and their upbringing, these men can become either Fake Alphas or Nice Guys. On the surface these two types of men appear quite different (one over-compensates and is domineering, the other is wussy and passive aggressive). But honestly, they’re more or less the same guy – one’s narcissistic, the other’s codependent; one gets laid, the other jerks off to Hentai between World of Warcraft sessions.

Note: This isn’t to say that many women don’t disassociate their emotions and objectify men as well. But there’s a lot more social pressure on men to ignore their emotions, particularly “weak” emotions such as a need for intimacy and love. It’s more socially acceptable for men to objectify their sex lives and boast about it. Whether you think that’s right or wrong or doesn’t matter, it is how it is.

Obviously, it goes unsaid that Pick Up Artist tactics promote objectification front and center as part of their strategies. It helps emotionally damaged men get short-term sexual results with as little hassle as possible. But PUA teachings don’t solve the root problem. They just cover it up. They’re a temporary fix at best, and even more damaging at worst.

 

Confronting Your Issues and Winning

Disassociating from your emotional needs is the easy way out. It requires only external effort and some superficial beliefs. Working through your issues and resolving them requires far more blood, sweat and tears. Most men aren’t willing to dig deep and put in the effort, but it yields far greater and permanent results.

1) The biggest misconception when it comes to working through an excess of emotional baggage is that these feelings ever completely go away. Research and brain imaging indicates that fears, anxieties, traumas, etc. are imprinted on our brains in similar ways that our physical habits are. Just like you’ve developed a habit of brushing your teeth every time you wake up, you have emotional habits of getting sad or angry any time you feel abandoned or unwanted.

The way to change is NOT by removing these feelings or anxieties altogether, but rather consciously replacing them with higher order behaviors and feelings.

This can ONLY be accomplished through taking action. There is no other way. You cannot rewire your responses in healthy ways and confront your insecurities if you aren’t out there actively pushing up against them. Trying to do so is like trying to learn how to shoot free throws left-handed without ever actually touching a basketball. It just doesn’t work.

If you have a habit of flipping out and leaving angry voicemails every time a woman doesn’t call you back, you don’t get rid of the anger, but rather channel that anger into a better and healthier activity, like say, going to the gym, or painting a picture, or punching a punching bag.

2) Anxieties can be overcoming through utilizing implementation intentions and progressive desensitization. For instance, if you have a problem getting sexual or making the first move with women, start with baby steps. Tell the next woman you go on a date with that she’s sexy. Once that feels comfortable then challenge yourself to have a conversation about sex. After that challenge yourself to hold hands with a woman. Then challenge yourself to kiss a woman.

I’ve set up online programs that utilize progressive desensitization to help men overcome their anxieties around women.

Obviously this takes time and requires consistently facing situations which make you uncomfortable, but that’s the idea. You must overlay old emotional habits of fear and anxiety with new healthier ones of excitement, boldness and assertiveness. Mentally train yourself so that any time you feel anxiety, you force yourself to do it anyway.

3) The final step — once you’ve learned to channel your negative emotions in constructive ways, once you’ve eaten away at your anxieties and are able to often act despite them — is to come clean with women you see about your needs and start screening based on them.

For instance, I’ve always had a fear of commitment and needed a woman who was comfortable giving me space and some freedom. Not only do I openly share this with women I get involved with now, but I actively screen for women with these traits.

Ultimately, your emotional needs will only be fully met in a loving and conscious relationship with someone who you can trust and work together with – and not just your emotional issues, but hers as well. We unconsciously seek out romantic partners in order to fulfill our unfulfilled childhood needs, and to do so cannot be completely done alone.

This is the reason that honesty and vulnerability are so powerful for creating high-quality interactions – the practice of being upfront about your desires and flaws will naturally screen for those women who best suit you and connect with you.

This kind of authenticity changes the whole dynamic with women. Instead of chasing and pursuing, convincing and persuading, you focus on consistently improving yourself and presenting that self to the women of the world. The right ones will pay attention and stay. And whether you spend a night or a year with them, this enhanced level of intimacy and mutual vulnerability will help heal your emotional wounds, help you become more confident and secure in your relationships and ultimately, overcome much of the pain and stress of that accompanies sex and intimacy.

 

An Invitation for Change

I invite you to post in the comments below what your emotional hang ups are in this area of your life, where they probably come from, and how you could overcome them in an open and honest way.

As an example, I grew up in a broken family where all members isolated themselves and we communicated our emotions very seldom. As a result, I became highly sensitive to confrontation and any negative emotions of others. I became the consummate Nice Guy and for years struggled to assert myself in my relationships and around women. In fact, I objectified my sex life quite a bit and adopted some narcissistic behaviors in order to push me through some of these insecurities.

My fear of commitment is undoubtedly rooted in my parents’ divorce and my knee jerk reaction for years was to run away any time a woman attempted to get close to me. I slow eroded that fear by opening myself up to intimate opportunities little by little over a long period of time. I was incapable of becoming intimate with a woman unless I had an escape route (i.e., she had a boyfriend, or I was going to move to another city soon, etc.).

Spending all of my adolescence living alone with my mother has made me particularly sensitive to female affection, and like a smoker rationalizing reasons to smoke one last cigarette, I have often rationalized myself into intimate and sexual situations with women who I perhaps should not have been with or didn’t actually like as much as I thought I did.

This is my emotional map — at least part of it. These are the hang ups and issues that I’ve battled and slowly beaten back with years of active effort. These are the realities that I express openly and seek out the proper women who can handle them.

What are yours?

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152 Responses to Why It’s So Hard: The Men’s Guide to Dating

  1. matt says:

    I dont really know where to quote from the article. I guess im just not lucky enough to be an example of yours. I wish I was.

    My entire life has been trying to deal with the fact that I’m weird and fat. And no, I’m not on of those assholes who thinks that either of these facts have really ruined my life or that there is nothing I can do about either of them. I’m even trying to get skinny now, though I don’t know why I feel like I have to say that. Probably my deep-seated need to know that I’m not just a huge hypocrit.

    But the fact remain, I’ve always been weird and fat. It’s not like I let it keep me from making good grades or playing sports. I do well in both. But so far, my life has been one romantic didsaster after another. Any girl I ever had a shot with, I inevitably thought I deserved better than them. No logical reason, just some strange feeling of entitlement that I could do better (fat and entitled, I must be America’s poster boy). This rejection of women led me to go from having an undesirable girlfriend to just giving up on the whole situation as hopeless. So when my parents would ask if there are any girls I was interested a part of me wanted to scream at them for not asking a question they knew the answer to, which was “no, no girl would touch me with a 40 foot pole.” (yes, I put myself a half foot longer distance than the grinch) All of that just ended up making me ashamed that I did’nt have anything to show. It did’nt help that girls in the hallway would come up to me and tell me how hot my brother was. I guess, in retrospect, there is one aspect of my communication with girls that you talked about. I’m the guy who jokes and teases as a way of talking to a girl. I don’t even know what else I would say to a girl but that bullshit. Sadly, I can’t seem to attribut this to either of my parents. They were perfect, from never rejecting a need for acceptance to always telling my they love me. I’m sorry if I did’nt use this comment part like you designed. It probably looks more like a teenage girl’s diary entry, but I guess there’s no use now.
    Your article was incredibly enlightening and I really appreciate you writing it.

  2. MV says:

    One of my hang-ups is that I don’t know when to give up. I have a lot of trouble dumping a woman, even when that is the right thing to do. I keep working with them, trying to help them sort out their issues, even when those issues involve hurting me. I see red flags as a chance to help, and not as the reason I should not get myself more involved.

  3. Lambda says:

    This is an account I guess, I veered off but fuck it, I wrote this much, I guess I might as well post it. I hope you find it . . . . interesting.

    I was born and raised in Ireland. I tell you this only to account for the difference in terminology and maybe some social interaction. Who I am is none of your concern.

    I had a dam near perfect childhood. My parents gave me love, food and a sense of morals. And looking back now, I realize that I hated the innocent me it created. I was socially awkward and useless. Basically no female interaction resulting in me being unable to relate to the opposite gender for quite some time (same-sex religious primary (elementary) schools). My mother was over protective and I’ve always felt that that was one of the reasons I was very unpopular once I moved into secondary (high) school (both sexes present).

    This serve unpopularity led to a depression which lasted two and a half years (school was not kind to me) that nobody knows about to this day. I only realized my serotonin levels were on the blink after they balanced out. Needless to say it amplified my insecurities and unsocial idiosyncrasies.
    Which I resolved to fix.
    Here we come to the interesting bit.

    As I said I resolved to fix this. Remember, I was about 14. I never really liked any of my “friends” from school so I made some acquaintances. I starting hanging around the city a lot you see (I lived and was educated in a village about 10 km away from the nearest city, I’d get the bus in and out.) It was a place to go on weekends and whatnot. I met a new group of people. They were, different, weird and not altogether normal. And they accepted anyone.

    Moshers, skaters, stoners, freaks, losers, emos, hippies, whatever you want to call them. And there were girls I could talk to.
    I don’t remember how I met them first, but they hung around the city centre, skate-parks and multi-story carparks a lot. And I became one of them, they turned me on to new music, skating, spray-painting, anti-social activities, ect.
    Now where is this rambling leading to?
    It’s not just some story about how a kid go accepted and everything was good for him (although that did happen), there’s a lovely little bit in-between that.
    You see these wonderful people unintentionally taught me to socialize. Through observing them I started to understand how to function in social situations. As a 14-year old it always amazing me that they were all smoking, drinking and having sex. And it wasn’t just the older guys and girls who were around 17 (who we all looked up to), no it was kids of my age and younger. 13, 14, 15. That was awesome. It blew my mind, I wanted that. To feel something.

    So I through myself into it. Fuck my innocence, it had gotten me into this mess.
    Despite being Irish, I got stoned before I got drunk. I went to a party with my only friend from school, (he also was a city person). We got ourselves a bag as was the supposed norm. We were so young back then. We didn’t know how to roll and we had no tobacco on us so we made blunts. Maybe it was down to our undeveloped brain chemistry or the serious dosage but that weed made us seriously hyper. Ran around for the whole thing then crashed on the couch. Did it again on St. Paddy’s (Patrick’s) Day except this time in town which a few others. And again and again. I always got in on it for little or nothing. My popularity in those circles began to increase. However back in school I became known for being connected to drugs. People looked at me differently. I didn’t realized it until some class-mates asked me to procure them some. Which I did, ripping them off badly :) . What can I say, I young. I resolved only to sell once. Or twice. And so on. Hence people saw me as some sort of dealer. And this made me a bit paranoid. So I stopped. People found out I had ripped them and I never even tried to sell again. By then I was 15. I was still unpopular but now my attitude towards them was “fuck you, deal with it” I had taken my share of beatings but thanks to my depression they never particularly hurt. I never learned to fight back but I could take a lot of shit. I’d just flip them the finger when they were finished and that would be it. They couldn’t do anything more to for fear fucking me up too bad. Music got me though it as well, I was a metal head to the bone. Even grew my hair long. Still is to this day.
    Tried my hand at drinking. Enjoyed it. Never liked tobacco though. Didn’t want to die either. Continued to smoke ganja. I lived for those big smoke ups and I didn’t need much to get me sorted, taking into account my age, body weight and low constitution. My family never knew any of this. From depression to drugs they never knew. I started keeping them at an arms length once I entered secondary (middle/high school). It’s sad really but I had to, otherwise they’d try to stop me. I remain steadfast in my belief that this is for my own good. And fun of course. Point is, it’s a necessary lie. They’re happier with the truth anyways.

    Now back to the women. They were few and far between for me. My self-esteem was repairing, if slowly. I was always trying to improve myself. Telling me that I should act in this was or that to be better liked. It’s a horrible mentality to get into. Anyways for about a year and a bit I was experiencing life at two polar extremes. In school I was unlikeable, inexperienced, lonely and awkward. I hung out with the nerds and geeks which was how all the girls must have seen me. In the city I was friendly and improving my knowledge of this socializing thing. Hopefully taking steps into it. Small steps, but steps none the less. I didn’t move fast I can tell you that.

    Fast forward a year and a half. I’m a musician, I enjoy others company and having (more than) a few drinks with them, I still smoke occasionally but I’ve adopted a policy of moderation (I saw many of my friends go to bad, dark places and I even went there a few times myself [the drug scene really exploded ecstasy/MDMA especially but LSD, shrooms, methadone were still around. Thankfully I never got sucked into that but those older guys we always looked up to became serious dealers and I won't say addicts but they did things a lot. point is I stay away from narcotics now] I don’t believe weed is inherently bad you just need to exercise willpower), and I never felt better. I met a girl. We had a three day stand, I lost my virginity in a car-park (romantic as only a teen can imagine). I told no one save my band and one other friend.
    This was a real confidence booster for me but that was all. We’re still good friends. No one in school would believe even if I wanted to tell them. I don’t. They know little or nothing of my “other” life. My real one.
    There have been other women but nothing that developed or is worth mentioning. I’m still trying to improve myself. I guess that’s what life is, improving yourself. I’m glad I got out of that place I was in. Never going back there, I can tell you that. But it made me who I am and it improved my view on life and my approach towards it.
    I fell back into the year behind my old one (all that self-destructive improvement had a price but it was still worth it in my book for what I learned about life). And my new year seem alright, they appear to have taken to me well enough :) .
    Things have taken a turn for the better.
    Now all I want is a relationship.
    No cheating or lies, no drugs, just a woman who I can talk to, listen to and be together with.

    Well that’s my story. I don’t know if anyone will read this or want to but I’m just glad I could write it. It was good for me to summarize it like that. Of course there’s so much missing but here’s not the place if even there is one.
    Hope you learned something. Thanks, λ

  4. NATE says:

    I grew up with parents who loved me and a sister who was hardly hostile. Yet I walled myself off from people in general, the simple sight of a human can throw me off, make me uneasy, or even trigger anxiety. Until very recently, I couldn’t even confess me attraction to women, I had excuses galore, but now if I’m attracted to a woman, I’m humiliated to even think about her. I can be happy one moment and angry or depressed the other, I feel like telling people my problems, projecting every little motion onto one pleasant or unpleasant moment or object. Then I expect them to help me, to have the solution. One moment I’m all chipper, the next I want to crush the hopes and dreams of a small child. Whenever I think of romance, I see it almost as a pointless endeavor, 7 billion people, she must be out there, but where? Politics constantly worry me, I fail to see the good in humanity, when I do, I’m like “yeah, that’s nice, I guess.” I overhype everything either to be disappointed or to realize that I worried for nothing. Worst of all, when I’m depressed, all I can do is hype or worry. Then I realize that these internal sorrows are nothing compared to the pain of the individuals in war torn countries, shell shocked and orphaned. I have violent tendencies and occasional worries about what will follow death. Well, venting that felt sort of good, at least I’m somehow not depressed at the moment, just insanely negative in my words. Apologies if I wandered from the “Dating” topic that you’re all following.

    • Jammer says:

      Bro… Get Some Therapy. It Would Help Muchly.

      • John says:

        Therapy is worthless. I went to therapy for many years throughout my childhood, and it did absolutely nothing. It’s nothing but an expensive scam.

        • Juan says:

          Therapy during childhood is quite tricky, specially if therapist are paid by parents whom basicly just want an “profeccional” get out of jail free card, or when even if you are able to open up, you are going to go back to an unhealthy environment.

          basicly, therapy for children needs to be therapy for parents or its not going to work, and its just traumatizing and worst for children. if this was ur experience, than my deep sympathies.

          if you can take some distance from your family of origin, and take some therapy as an adult i suggest giving that a shot and not throwing out the baby with the bath water.

          “internal family systems therapy” is a great place to start if you dont know where to look, my therapist uses that and i’ve cried allot and made good progress with her.

  5. somefoo says:

    Me and my girlfriend recently opened our relationship up to be sexually available for other people besides just each other and had our first threesome about two weeks ago and I’ve been rediscovering my insecurities about myself because I’ve been with her for three years so I haven’t had to confront being jealous in a long time. During the threesome I enjoyed myself but after to see her talking to someone else or think about her doing it while i’m not there is torture even though I’m allowed the same privilege.
    It’s difficult to approach another woman intending to seek sex or just flirt with them knowing I have a girlfriend, I have a strange disloyalty feeling even if i’m being encouraged.

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  7. George says:

    Mark, love your writing and advice. Very similar situation and pretty much the same hang ups. Thanks, man!

  8. Clay_13 says:

    Everything you said. he guy who can build an empire but stutters through a date. I can run into a burning building to save a perfect stranger without thinking twice but the idea of talking to a woman in a bar scares me to death. I’m the guy who gets blown off by women over and over. I haven’t left any angry voice mails lately but sadly have in the past. I end up in the dreaded friend zone more than should be socially acceptable. Most of my friends are women who treat me like I’m their brother.

    I had a fairly normal upbringing. My parents stayed together. I dated lots of women in my teen years and never had any problems until my ex wife cheated on me. Now I’m kind of like Austin Powers after he lost his mojo. I’ve sadly had to lower my standards and date women with deal breakers just so I could feel like women wanted me. It often feels like I will never find a woman who is actually worth my time and every time I do I end up waiting ridiculously long before I ask her out and because of that have had to deal with rejection time and time again. What’s worse is when she doesn’t say “no” but she says something patronizing like, “I would but my schedule is just too crazy” or “I’m really busy right now but maybe some other time.” That’s the easiest way to lose all of my respect. It’s on par with blowing me off.

    Thank you for writing this article. It really has made me feel better about myself to see that I am not the only one who struggles with these things. I may eventually begin therapy to hopefully treat some of my issues but right now this blog is help enough. Baby steps. Right?

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  10. marvelous says:

    I’m a 22-year-old girl, so I suppose I’m outside the target reading demographic, but pretty much everything applies to girls as well.

    I have some foundational beliefs I’ve arrived at because of my parent’s dysfunctional relationship. I’m not sure if they’re something to work through or if they’re actually really rational conclusions that I should live according to. My parents have never really been happy together in my life, and they basically just didn’t get divorced because they had children together. I decided I never want to be legally bound to another person, and that it’d be better to have an open exit in any relationship. Why stay together if you don’t like each other anymore?

    Regardless of this belief, I’m a nonconfrontational, friendly, quiet person (probably because my parents were always so argumentative), and I’ve ended up in two separate long term relationships, each just over three years long when I probably only really wanted to date the guys for six months. The problem was that there were never any significant altercations to use as a reason to separate, and I was really scared of hurting the guys’ feelings because they really loved me. Each time the guy was surprised, even though I was very up front with my most recent boyfriend that I don’t think I want to ever get married and that I value independence.

    After breaking up with my last boyfriend, I realized all I ever really wanted with my previous boyfriends was someone to hang out with and have sex with, and I knew all along that I never had a relationship with someone I felt had long term compatibility traits with me (I need someone who also values independence, is calm, and is relatively quiet, where my ex boyfriends were too needy and wanted to talk about everything). Only like 5% of people are attractive enough, 80% of the attractive ones aren’t smart enough, 50% of the new group are in a relationship currently, 80% of whoever’s left has an incompatible personality, 50% of what’s left is either too old or too young, leaving just 0.05% of the population who might be compatible, or 1 out of 2,000 people. I feel like eventually I will meet the right person, after a few years maybe, and until then I should just focus on self-improvement (physical, mental, professional). And being a girl, it’s pretty easy to have a friend with benefits. I started having sex with a friend of mine, but we behave normally when hanging out with our larger group of friends, and it’s clear that neither of us are serious. I feel like more casual sexual encounters will help me from finding myself trapped in another relationship I don’t really want to be in.

    So, I’m not sure if what I’m doing is fucked up, or if it’s an enlightened perspective.

  11. Sean says:

    I’m going to give this a shot… (sorry for the length)

    On the surface, I feel like I had a pretty satisfactory childhood. Both of my parents showed great affection and dedication towards me in their own ways, but, at times, I still find ways to question their commitment.

    My mom showed her affection through being deeply, deeply concerned that my younger brother and I ate well. If she thinks I’ve gone hungry for too long, it will weigh on her mind and her mood will dampen. To me, that is love. Additionally, she pretty much accepts my brother and me unconditionally for who we are. Sure, she has her hangups about who we are as people (we’re probably not the social butterflies she wishes we were), but that doesn’t affect the way she cares for us. Still, I’ve seen, time and again, her prioritize her social life (she’s got many, many friends) over the wellbeing of our family. She seems to get more of a kick out of interacting with her friends than her family. But no one’s perfect.

    My dad’s devotion to us has been quite impressive. Starting from when we were quite young, my dad would patiently help us with our schoolwork, even if he had to be up with us through the wee hours of the night. His focus with us was ensuring that we were focused on our academic careers. He did not encourage social growth, however. I believe this is because he himself is quite socially anxious, so, presumably because of his background, he never valued forming relationships beyond family. Still, sometimes, I can feel his affection for me wavering with my academic highs and lows. His love seems more conditional.

    My mother and father did not have a healthy relationship, and this was very apparent to my brother and me. They openly argued very, very often, sometimes to the point of throwing things, like children. They’re extremely different people. My mom is socially confident, and she likes dominant personalities; my dad is socially anxious, and he seeks humility in people. My mom prioritizes fame; my dad prioritizes diligence. They’re just not on the same page.

    Probably through a combination of genetics and environment, I ended up being a lot more like my dad. He garnered my respect from a young age through his commitment to my brother and me. We knew if our mom somehow forgot about us in favor of pleasing her friends, our dad would be thinking of our wellbeing. He was levelheaded and calm in dealing with us, whereas she could be irrational and hotheaded.

    I’m 26 years old. For my entire life, my dad’s priority of dedication to academic and career advancement has been my priority. I’m currently in medical school. And this continues, and it has to continue, given where I am. In order to not be miserable, however, I’ve got to make social cultivation a priority. I’ve got all the classic symptoms of social anxiety. It has hindered me greatly to this point.

    To be continued… (I’m sleepy)

  12. Kyle B. E. says:

    I had an amazing childhood and my experience was invaluable. The only thing that bothered me, prior to my seventeenth year, was that for my amazing accomplishments (I had more than a few), I was always overlooked by my family… fitting, it would seem, that I was the second oldest of four, a middle child.

    I was a star goalie for my high school soccer team, I started college at sixteen, took the ACTs at fifteen and scored a twenty-nine, I am a self taught guitar player/singer/songwriter, a dancer, I had colleges scouting me for soccer programs/academic programs and the list goes on.

    Through none of those events did I have my parents attention, yeah… I had their financial support and consent on permission slips, but only once or twice did my family come to one of my games or performances…. and that was only because it was “parents’ night” for soccer and they felt obligated.

    I think this ingrained upon my psyche a sense of self awareness and knowing that those close to me do not really care about my accomplishments, that I would always be second fiddle to “more important matters”. So I learned not to expect much from people.

    After having turned seventeen a month prior, I was involved in a horrific car accident. My life would be forever changed. I was in a coma for three months, suffered a TBI, lacerated liver, ruptured spleen, contused spinal column, broken left femur, shattered left hip, shattered left elbow, broken left ulna and radial bones, and dysphonia, to narrow down the complications.

    Needless to say, the prognosis was not good, in fact the doctors told my parents that I would be in a persistent vegetative state. Needless to say, I have proven the doctors wrong at every turn. They say i can’t do something, “watch me” I reply. I am just one stubborn son of a bitch… lol. I have regained full motor function sans some of the grace I used to have. I have all the confidence in the world and am not ashamed of myself or what I’ve been through. Communication can get a bit trying at times but I adapt and overcome.

    My parents, brothers and sister were amazing in my reccovery and were the only friends I had. My situation was “too real” for everyone else.

    Three years later the social scene unfolds. I am an have been, all but two of the fifty times I’ve taken the Myers-Briggs personality test, tested as an ENFP. It basically say I am a true people person and can be one hell of a good time. That much is true and all but I have had issues with women, insecurities about how to get close. I know, being a witty and humorous guy, that I tend to overuse humor in my dealings with women, thereby presenting myself as needy/pushy/really not that clever. I am almost at a loss… not to mention the South West Ohio area, namely Middletown, is a cesspool of cliche over-socialized troglodytes who think they are Hollywood incarnate.

  13. Joshua Shultz says:

    My mother left my father for another man while I was a baby.

    I never really blamed her either. I’ve always seen my father as a weak guy and I harbor a strong distrust of his newer wife.

    I always viewed my step-father as someone to respect and admire, although he was very emotionally distant.

    The one thing my father, step-father, and myself have in common is that we each have a controlling and bossy mothers. My step-father briefly left her last summer (they’ve worked it out since then) and even though I feel it too harsh on my sister, I didn’t hold him to any blame for leaving her.

    If this emotional map business is all true; that we will pursue the needs outlined by our upbringing and that my spouse will most likely be a reflection of my mother…then I don’t want it. I don’t want to be married.

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  15. AHUMANBEING says:

    long story short, I had a shitty upbringing like many others. I’m 32 and just graduated with my BA. I’m now fresh into grad school going for my MA. I consider myself smart and modiviated. I couldn’t make a female friend or even know how to get a girlfriend to save my own life. I don’t know how to talk to them. I get really nervous when I am around them. I don’t know what to think about their suttle innuendos or even pick up on them for that matter. I don’t ever know if they are interested in me. I think that most of them probably get a strong vibe from me seemingly because i’m always to myself. I am more comfortable with older people. Even from a young age I grew up with older people. As assinine as it might seem to many, i never learned how to socialize with people my own age. it’s really sad how socially awkward I am. When i’m alone at night, a lot of times i get real depressed and wish I had friends. I wish i knew how to socialize and feel that i was accepted. When I said before that I grew up around adults, I think that is probably the reason why i never drank smoked or done drugs. I grew up in a broken home. my parents and their parents are real conservative. They are all Christian and so am I. I don’t practice the faith at all. I do my own thing. Anyways.. I don’t know what the point is about me writing my sad story here. I wish I had the mental ability to change. My first g/f was in 05 when I was twenty five years old. It lasted for two months and then she had to return to Japan after graduation. Since she was my first, it was mostly sex. I still think about her today even though that she hasn’t talked to me since she left. I’m still left with the sad memory of waving goodbye to her at the airport. She filled something inside of me that i hadn’t ever experienced before. Maybe thats’ why. my next g/f was three years later. we met in panama when i was on vacation. she was on vacation from Colombia. I went there in a year later to visit her and take care of her during her pregnancy. It’s a long story but she got pregnant by an ex boyfriend after we had met in panama and aftershe had returned back to colombia. I went to colombia three different times over the span of 1 year. Long story short it didn’t work out and she reconciled with the babys father. good for the child.
    so that is my experience. i’ve never had what some people would say a meaningful relationship. in my culture these days …. men and women seem to wanna do their own thing which is fine, i guess. it is not like it was with my grandparents where youd get married first. Marriage is looked down upon.
    I’m rambling. Thanks for listening to my lengthy and sad story.
    Chao

    • MrZaccone says:

      Every time you start thinking about your past, I want you to make a funny noise- something that will make you laugh.  This is called thought-stopping.  Secondly, STOP ASKING  ”why can’t I do this?  Why am I alone?  Why don’t I have friends?  What happened to me?”.    Instead, ask ”how will I feel if I go out to a bar and say hi to someone? (invariably, having a shitty convo with a stranger is better than falling asleep to jeopardy at home)   How will I feel after I hit the gym?   What kind of person do I want to be?  How do I become that person?”   And get to work.

  16. jordie says:

    What you wrote is so true and can relate to my situation as well. Reading this has helped me understand why it is hard for me to initiate conversations with the opposite sex or socialize in general with people. I am generally a kind hearted person and i have no problem saying hello at times. But I take rejection so personally even though i know i shouldnt. Where you really hit the nail on the head is when you mentioned reliving painful moments as a child after you face rejection. I was always the outsider growing up as a child and i was always hated and bullied for being “different”. When i would try to make countless efforts to make friends or to “fit in”, it would backfire in such negative ways. I would walk up to a group of kids to say hello and the would either ignore me a walk away, or become verbally or sometimes physically abusive. I was always shy to begin with but those momesnts did not help m anxiety go away. I could go on and on about my experiences with bullying growing up but i dont want to sound like im looking for pity. Im just staing how this article relates to my situation and how being hurt when were younger can stick with us as we become adults and we can relive those sad moments as adults when we face rejection from anybody regardless of gender. I usually dont talk about my past experiences with bullying but i guess sometimes we have to share a bit.

  17. Chris says:

    I agree on many of your points but disagree on others. Its true we need to be honest to ourselves. However everything we do in life requires some “selling’ ; be it getting a job, applying for mortgage etc etc. We also need to sell ourselves to women. Thats the bottom line. PUA is not some fancy new way to trick women.Its what we should naturally do. We are programmed to seek out women. Many guys have their innner game “programs” corrupted I agree and need reprogramming.But building confidence to approach women and choose women is the most amazing feeling. Sure rejection is inevitable but in the end you dont care. Many women are accepting .

    • AHUMANBEING says:

      @Chris
      If you wish to compare the human to computers, I’m the obsolete model, the 486dx100. Ya know what I’m talking about! The one right before the Pentium 1 was invented. Way back when DOS was still a major roll in application processing, and even then, Windows 3.1 was looked at as the greatest software technology that Microsoft had to offer. To not confuse any of you, this was around the year 1994-95. Back then guys didn’t need as much game when it came to women. Women got the software updates in their home mailbox (no email back then…) and only the men who’s internal components weren’t obsolete, got the updates as well. As for me and many others, we were left in the dark, completely unaware of this phenomenon.
      Now for us obsolete models, if rejection happens, we get that blue screen known in the computer world as a system crash. We got gutsy and went up to that nice girl who turned out to be a virus who sucked all of our system resources and we crashed.
      I’m 32 and hopeless. At least I know that I’m not the only guy out there who is obsolete to women.

  18. Steven says:

    Your posts are usually good however, you missed the mark completely here.

    Your post is a good example of natural game. Theres lots of marketing of what
    the student should be but no actual advice or help in achiving that. There are two parties involved and you’re only talking about one.

    I’m convinced that a large part of the problem is the other party. I realize that it is poor form to critise the other party, but hear me out. The other party’s position is to judge. Its one of those open secrets, girls know this and tend not to reveal it to guys. They set it up to where they judge the guy’s worth. PUAs eventually learn how to circumvent that. From your rants on issues with disassociations/resentment sound a bit self serving. Objectification of sex/women, give me a break… You’re attempting to make a claim that there can be an instant connection where both of you connect emotionally, and logically. Appearence and physical attraction facilate a motivation. Claiming it is a video game is ridicious, lay counts after a certain amount have no bearing on the guy.

    Manipulation- manipulation is how society works. Complaining about this like saying water is wet and crying about it. Learning how it works and using it ethically is the trick. Stripclubs/prositution/porn would disappear if you could hookup with nearly any woman instantly. Open up the sexual market and make it easy to go from meet to sex, why would anyone pay for it, go to a strip club, or view porn?

    You’re partically right when you come down to the emotional map. However, when a person flakes [girl or guy] its shitty because the other person does not consider you important enough to notify a change in plans or worth keeping a promise over.

    Where I think you’re right is shitty past experiences… they will mess with you quite a bit.

  19. Adam says:

    My childhood was very painful and it developed me emotionally into a ‘Nice Guy’ archtype. Additionally my friends growing up were going through problems as well; and they too became nice guys. So we ended up being the group of cool nice guys that people liked growing up, but never really thought twice about. We were Wallpaper.

    My upbringing was particularly hard. I grew up as an only child in a white suburban middle class family. Rockin’ the Suburbs harder than Ben Folds after a summer tour. My mother was terminally ill and growing up i spent most of my childhood in and out of hospital waiting rooms. Dad was at work, and i had no siblings to bounce emotions off of. No sister to talk to or annoy, and no brother to beat the shit out of if i ever had to deal with anger. My life until from elementary school, thoughout middle school and until the beginning of highschool (until i had a car) was be a good kid and dont get into trouble. “You can walk around in this hallway your underage- anyway you shouldnt be here this is triage. I was confined.

    As I got older this only got worse- since as i got older my mother’s health deteriorated And eventually a few years after college she passed away.

    I am now 24, almost 25 and i am now amongst a halfway, to a midlife crisis. I am back living home with my dad for the first time in almost 5 years-partly because we’re both broken right now. Recently unemployed, trying to figure out what i want to do with my life. I am trying to get a job thats in my field of study, but the pressure has been strong and stress through the roof.

    Long story short. No one was around for me. I had a lot of love in my family. This wasn’t the issue. It was the fact that I had no stability. I had a mother that loved me, but she was never really able to be the mother i saw on tv and movies. Dad had to make sure we were able to pay medical bills so he was working all the time, if he wasn’t he was taking care of my mother. I on the other hand, had some video games, a chair to sit in and no siblings to pick on me to get my emotional agressions out. To it began to stoop, fester, ferment —get locked away —swollowed up. Leaving an agreeable – Likable and unemotionally unavailable person.

    I had some on an off again girlfriends thoughout my adolecence but i actually got CHEATED ON. So i never had a real close consistant relationship; because of that i feel like i never had the opportunity to ever really vent my emotional baggage. When things got really rough emotionally in my life- i still was always alone.

    As the years progressed i began to see a shift in how this has effected me. I am emotionally unavailable- this too had taken tole on just personal friendships. I no longer keep in contact with many people i knew from college or high school. On further inspection i also noticed that i was unknowingly rude or douchy to many people in my life–though i thought i was being friendly and a little sarcastic on further inspection saw was actually sometimes mean and cruel.
    Eventually i just put up a wall of sarcastic humor infront of me. I was a lot of fun at parties; get alot of laughs but in the end always walked back home alone and empty.

    Now halfway to a midlife crisis– i know now i cant stay this way anymore. I cant end up 30 and alone. That just ends badly. Ive seen that movie before. I have so much emotional baggage its like a suit of armor of unavailability. And just living in this house alone….helps make that armor stronger.

    I need to move out.
    I need to get a meaningful job again.
    I need to move far away from where i am right now.
    I need to force myself to start over again.
    Hard Reboot.
    Ctrl+Alt+Delete.
    I need to start over and force myself to figure out for the first time. Who I am, and not what i was always pretending to be.

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  21. Brian says:

    I know exactly where my problems stem from:
    1. Overprotective/worrying mother
    2. Bullied not only by other kids but by my fifth grade teacher who was female
    3. My brother is a genius and an overachiever and I felt I could never compete or be good enough.
    4. At around 10 years old I stopped hugging and kissing my parents for fear of being seen and made fun of. Now it feels unnatural and I hug my mother maybe once a year.
    5. My mother is a feminist and always talked about men being pigs and how I need to respect women. I think this made me fear making any sort of advances on women.
    All in all this just caused a completely irrational fear of even approaching women. I put them on the pedestal and submit to them. My mom was always “the boss.” Now I come off as a big pussy.

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  24. justin says:

    Im 28, and I like to believe I’ve narrowed down the reasons for my current temperament.

    While certainly not claiming to be an expert in psychology,
    28 years of mostly failure will teach you a lot about yourself.

    I grew up in a very religious and, dare I say closet dysfunctional home. Not to say anyone was abused or anything to my knowledge, but I was the youngest, and only son so I caught a lot of shit from my sisters 10 and 12 years my senior. But they weren’t around enough to matter.

    What I do remember was being painfully shy to the point I was scared to answer the phone at 10. I’ve mostly grown out of the shyness by now but the effects linger to this day.

    I remember mom n dad were always really cynical when no one was around. And I cannot recall one time when we talked about anything emotional. Conversations between my parents and I eventually ended up mostly one liners by my teenage years, I became very quiet…intentionally I might add.

    I should probably mention we grew up poor and I never had or did half the shit my peers had, also partly because I spent my teen years working for cynical, drill sergeant dad in construction.

    Of all the memories of school, the one most burned in my memory was in 2nd grade, standing in the playground while the other kids avoided me cuz I was “weird”. This label has followed me to this very day.

    Such memories are likely the reason I accepted when my overprotective parents offered to homeschool me after 3rd grade. What better way to.make your child even more socially awkward?

    There were a few occasions in my teen years I was asked out by girls at church, and I would’ve accepted had I not been ignorant and/or nervous. So, my first girlfriend was a slut named Tommi at 21. 6 weeks later it was over and I was crushing on one of my roomates who happened to be underage…see where this is going?

    Lo and behold we got closer and sex was inevitable, though I still wish I had a clue what I was doing at the time. She lasted 2 years until she matured more and my insecurities popped back up and I dumped her to protect myself.

    Had several rebounds, and by now I’m definitely better with girls, but I still feel the same cynical tendencies creep up that I never was able to resolve as a kid. I’ve become pretty good at “detaching” from my emotions and not scare girls away, but I’m still very socially awkward and it’s severely affecting life during the times I CAN’T “detach”.

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  27. mattic says:

    Well, I’m 21 and have experienced social anxiety most of my remembered life.  I grew up in a pretty stable home; parents together, middle class, older sister.  As I’ve gotten older, I’ve observed insecurities in my parents which I see in myself.  My mother seems to have a problem with approval and is visibly hurt (usually in small ways) by criticism and being left alone.  My father has always been a very distant and modest man, at least as long as I’ve known him.  As a child, he was gone most of the time, working 12 hours a day, 5 days a week.  From what I can remember, they were never very intimate with each other, and didn’t have (especially in my dads case) big social lives.  When I was maybe 9 years old, I began to stutter pretty severely and simple everyday speech became difficult.  Around this same time, I also started a long time friendship with a boy about my same age.  In the years since, he has very clearly become the confident, social butterfly one, and I have become the reserved and quiet one.  How all of these factors contributed to my current situation is hard to tell; but I hold negative emotions towards them all.  Now, my stutter is practically gone but still causes me loads of stress due to uncertainty in social situations; and my friend has flowered into a successful and charismatic member of society while I remain almost unseen.  I have only had a handful of real friends my whole life, and have to this day never had a girl.  I constantly fluctuate between self-hate and depression, and feelings of new hope for the future.  Right now, probably because of some recent awkward social moments, I’m more in the former than the latter and am currently wondering if I’ll ever be able to break the chains.  It’s funny how growing up is seen as this place where all your questions are answered, when in actuality you get more questions that need answering.  I hope this in someway added to the discussion…

  28. flashawesomo says:

    I’m 22 and I struggle with women pretty badly. I grew up with my dad in my middle/high school years, being a male, it’s needless to say I was good at relating with other guys. However I struggle with women incredibly. I was and still am the “nice guy”. My dad was never very assertive and I think this is where I started to get lazy and do the same thing. Overall though my parents were amazing compared to some of the other stories I see elsewhere. My dad never drank and was at least home, though never really very talkative. I dealt with some bullying when I was a freshman and sophomore but that ended junior year of high school. I struggle with taking personal responsibility and taking action. I’ve been working on it but when I took a long hard look at my self I saw myself (and still do it sometimes today) pointing fingers at everyone but me, and it wasn’t until I got drunk one night and started to complain about my dad that my best friend said that I should be grateful that I had both parents ( his mom died from cancer not to long ago). I don’t know how I reached this conclusion from this conversation (we got in a fight and I made a mess of his living room) but I thought to myself the next day that I was going to stop pointing fingers, really stop doing that and that blaming others was the root of most of my emotional problems. Where Im at with woman today: Im still a virgin, I’ve had one girl friend and that was 5 and a half years ago, that lasted for 2  months. I never officially made out with a woman until this fall of 2012. Please don’t rush to the conclusion that I’m some dude who plays world of warcraft, I’ve never touched the game. I don’t have weight issues, and I’ve played sports since my sophomore year of high school. It’s emotional. I don’t even own a game console. Any advice or any questions are welcome.

  29. MrZaccone says:

    Advice to those who asked: change your questions.   Stop asking ”why am I like this?  Why can’t I do that?  Why don’t I have this?  Why did I have to go through that?”.   Instead, ask ”what do I believe?  What do I want?  How am I going to get it?  How will I feel once I have that?”  *write these answers down if you need to*        Don’t imagine the worst that could happen – ask ”what is the best that could happen?”    Put yourself in the right place at the right time, and maybe something great will happen.   I’ve got my own insecurity and childhood complexes.  My strategy for meeting women is to just do the things I love; rock climbing, skiing, hiking, boating, and hope for the best.   When I feel the need to try at a bar- most of the time I am too paralyzed by my own timidity to initiate conversation, but at least I am out there- and sometimes I meet great people.

  30. djuan23 says:

    Hi, right now I am 20 years old and in my third year of college. I’ve never had a girlfriend or had sex, but I have done basically everything else with women, though rarely has that been a result of me making the first move.
     
    I grew up in a pretty nice area for most of my life; moved around a couple times, but from about the first grade until the end of high school when my parents separated and I went to live with my mother, I lived in a fairly quiet suburban town. I didn’t have as many nice things as all the other kids growing up (I grew up in a town where kids would eventually be driving new BMW’s and Mercedes as their first cars in high school), and would often feel inferior because of this since most of my friends were clearly richer than I was. When I was little, I was a kid that would never shut up and always get into to trouble. As a result, I was often scolded by both my parents and teachers for acting out. I would also get beat by both of my parents: for my dad it was usually the golf club and my mother the 2×4. At one point, I remember this being an almost daily thing, as I was getting in trouble at school almost everyday. On top of this, while I don’t know what the clinical definition of an alcoholic is, but my dad either is an alcoholic or something very close. He drank and smoke a lot (still does but maybe to a lesser extent) and was your typical alpha-male douchebag who really didn’t care about anyone else. My mother on the other hand is a worker bee type lady, very about her business and motivated to succeed. While nice, she could get angry over the smallest things and still does freak about things that I deem to be pretty trivial (like leaving a light on, etc — basically, pretty OCD). Basically, she is a very “typical” woman in the sense that she tends to be very emotional and irrational (no misogynist, just invoking a stereotype). In third grade, I witnessed my dad beat the shit out of my mom and for a few weeks I moved from one relative’s house to another not really knowing what to think and believing that my parents were going to divorce and my life would be over (I know, very naive). At that point in my life, while living with my aunt who has little regard for physical health and would take me and my cousins to McDonald’s everyday, I got a little chubby and would proceed to get bullied at school for being a little fat and also sucking at sports. As time went on and I entered middle school, I was still getting in trouble for talking back to teachers and the like, and would often also bully other kids, too and take my anger out on them. Then in 7th grade, my then best-friend pulled a knife on me because he thought I was talking shit behind his back. I had said something along the lines of him having mad cow disease and his penis falling off for a reason as to why he wasn’t in school (he had transferred to a private school). This was mostly a joke, but he was someone who tried to be very thug and did not appreciate this. I think from this point on is when I started playing an unhealthy amount of video games. I had always been into video games, but at that point of my life, I would say I was addicted because I would play instead of seeing friends, doing homework, or just living life in general. Looking back, it was an escape for me. So for much of high school, I basically isolated myself. While I had crushes and girls (not to mention some of the hottest in my class) clearly showing signs of interest, I had lost all confidence in myself and became extremely apathetic and lost in my own thoughts. Towards the end of high school and in college, I made attempts to socialize and re-integrate myself into society, but realized I was weird as shit so I started looking into pickup and social dynamics. I think all this really did was make me even more anxious and aware of little social nuances, and by the second year of college, I had all but shut myself in my room and returned to the video games.
     
    Nowadays, after stumbling upon this site and studying for a semester in Spain, a lot of things have started to click for me, and I’m becoming more comfortable being myself around people and don’t feel a sense of crippling anxiety in my daily life. However, there’s still a lot of work to do. I think my emotional hang-ups come from being constantly shut down by my parents and peers for being too crazy. Also, my lack of real friends of family that I truly love or feel close to also probably is a reason for me not being able to get close to people emotionally. While I do have people who probably consider me their friend, I do not have anyone in my life right now that I can say I truly like or love (e.g. I cannot comfortably say to either of my parents that I love them). It also is worth noting that I am Asian and grew up with pretty Asian values. While my parents are not as strict as other parents, they still emphasized success and were always telling me I was the best (I was at school; a lot of teachers thought I would end up at Harvard or something, but when high school hit I lost a lot of motivation but still managed to cruise and get into a decent school on account of my brain). I think then, my lack of real love in my life (whether sexual, familial, whatever) makes me uncomfortable putting myself out there and being myself. Also, my belief that I am really good at things probably makes me anxious or scared to approach things that I may not be the best at (like women and dating). While there might be some things I am missing, this post is already long as it is. I just wanted to get my shit out there and while I might not have it as bad as others, I want to say that up until recently, I felt helpless and depressed as hell in life, but I can see myself progressing emotionally and mentally as an individual and hope that others can do the same as well. This whole pickup thing for me then, is not so much about annihilating pussy as much as it is becoming comfortable with myself as an individual and being able to relate to people on a real emotional level without feeling anxious or weird.

  31. WaitingWatching says:

    Interesting article. I have been avoiding the idea that my upbringing and early experiences have rendered me a bit “broken” when it comes to dating.  My story is a long one, I’m 42 years old now.  I was married for 15 years and that ended last year.  It is sad to say, sad for me and my ex wife, that we got together because she offered me a safe haven from more broken hearts  It is sad because, since I didn’t love her, she could never hurt me.  I loved her in ways that one would love a best friend but there was never an attraction.  Although we have two lovely children, and I have treated her well, I could not imagine how frustrating and hurtful it must have been for her.  I was not effectionate at all.  Plenty of sex but I objectified it.   My childhood was good, but my relationshiop to my mother in particular was less than stellar.  I am the youngest of 6, as expected she did not have alot of time to spend with me and was hardly affectionate.  My dad worked away, and my mom was a bit of a road runner.  I’ve seen her with another man a couple of times as well.  There were a few times when she would stay out late at night and I thought she was dead, only to find out she was with some other man.   I am experiencing much trouble with being attracted to women.  It doesn always happen, but when it does, it happens almost instantly and leaves me a mess.  So much so that I doubt I could ever have a mutually loving relationship.  Either they will be in love with me and I cannot return it, or I will be in love with them and they will not love me.   Of course, they would dump me, whereas I would probably hold on to someone that I don’t love because I don’t want them to hurt.  I met a lady recently, had one date, trying to get things together to have second one (she had tentively agreed) and now I am finding it tough as she doesn’t appear to be making much effort.  I initiate any phone calls or texts, she takes a day or two to respond to a text, YET she has agreed to another date.  I am feeling so inadequate.  My female friends and acquaintences say Im a catch, yet I feel like I am annoying this girl I just met.  I don’t make contact every day,  but I would like to talk to her a few days a week.  Perhaps this is the neediness spawned from my emotional map.  But these troubles are killing my hope, and that is bad.  My goal at this point in my life is to finally find the mutual love that has been alluding me all my life.  Not one sided, two sided.  But I may not be equipped to get those things going.

    • WaitingWatching says:

      I forgot to mention something else.  When I was 16 and my last sibling moved from home, my mother left my father withing a few weeks.  My father was devastated and he could not hang around the house much (I understood, and still do), the walls were closing in on him.   I began my life with 2 parents and 5 siblings and eventually found myself mostly alone at 16.   I went into my first period of darkness back then.  But I never really damned that as I came out of it with some new things.  I took up music and writing with avengence then.  This is a talent that still serves me well.  But I think I may have ignored the impact on my strength when it comes to relationships and finding love.

  32. TheOnlyAesop says:

    I’m only eighteen years old, but I have still had a lot of sadness when it comes to relationships.  If I am interested in a girl and she doesn’t reciprocate my feelings, I get very glum.  My depressed state probably comes from my lonesome childhood.  Even today, I cannot connect emotionally with people. Whenever I am asked to join them at a gathering, go to a movie, see the local high school football game, etc., I decide to flake and fly solo instead of having fun.  This also manifests itself in my fear of commitment.  As I write this, the majority of people in my social group are in a relationship with someone they care deeply for.  I am the only one who does not have a girlfriend.  Up until this day, my friends pushed and pushed me into dating a girl I was close friends with (but I didn’t have feelings for her), so whenever I become vulnerable my natural tendency is to push away from any girl.  This usually leaves the girl feeling hurt and confused because I go from being a very intimate potential lover to a distant stranger.
     
    Throughout my childhood, I have always had two best friends (for the purpose of anonymity and simplicity I will use “Guy #1″ and “Girl #1″).  When I was around thirteen years old, Girl #1 began to have very strong feelings for me.  This was very typical AFC behavior where she kept her emotions bottled up for years and would not express them.  One day after school, Guy #1 stopped me and asked if I wanted to go on a walk.  Curious to find out his motive for this stroll, I complied.  As we made our way toward the local coffee shop, Guy #1 explained to me how Girl #1 had extremely passionate feelings for me and hoped to explore a relationship with me.  My heart jumped into my throat and I could not speak for a long time.  I finally stuttered out, “Ummmm okay. …”  I felt betrayed.  A couple days later, Girl #1 came over to my house and practically begged me to be her boyfriend.  In that instant, I felt every emotion possible.  Blinding white guilt.  Gloomy blue sadness.  Intense green betrayal.  Fiery red anger.  Against my better judgment, I agreed to be in a relationship with Girl #1.  A mere twenty minutes later, I took my first step on the road to manhood and called her back, explaining how I felt pressured into the relationship, I had no feelings for her, and did not want to string her along.
     
    After a couple of years, our friendship was fully restored.  Unfortunately for me, Guy #1 had found the “other half of himself” and now Girl #2 became his girlfriend.  Where there had once been three now were four.  Girl #1 and Girl #2 began to spend more and more time together.  They were inseparable.  The two girls started to discuss Girl #1′s available boyfriend options, but in the end, I was always the one who seemed “the best-fit.”  Being in a quartet of two boys and two girls actually made my life ten times worse.  We were seen as two couples instead of two friends and a couple or even just four friends.  Going out to events with them didn’t ease the pain, and to top this all off, I knew no one else in my home-town (being an out-of-town high school commuter attending a private high school where the majority of my school friends were from all over the state).
     
    Reliving the drama of middle school for a second time, Girl #1 pleaded with Girl #2 to ask Guy #1 to go on another walk with me and discuss a relationship between Girl #1 and me.  This time, beginning the growth into the man I am, I stood firm and refused.  They wouldn’t give up though.  This endeavor became a multi-year conversion.  The tables had turned.  Now it was three versus one.
     
    Because of this unhealthy relationship, I had lost respect for myself.  Girl #1 was the masculine one in our friendship (coincidentally, this is paralleled in her parents’ marriage, which is probably the reason she had an attraction for me).  The feminine chains of my slavery were unbearable.
     
    My evolution as a man had sprouted and flourished because of this torment.  Before, I was a weak, hollow shell of my current self.  I bowed down to women.  They were royalty and I was the dirty peasant.  They were the Queens of the Sea and I just a bottom feeder.  If I was not worthy of their attention, I was not worthy of anything.  I would tell myself that I was not right for love.
     
    “You’re useless.”
    “You don’t deserve happiness.”
    “Coward.”
    “Pathetic.”
    “Court jester.”
    “Gutless.”
    “Well, aren’t you a miserable excuse for a man?”
    “Grow some balls, damn it.”
    “Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with you anyways?”
    “This problem seems serious. … You may want to be tested professionally. …”
     
    Earning the nick-name Vesuvius, I finally exploded in a rage that rivaled only Satan’s hatred.  I was done.  No more.  My current female-interest was “not right for me” because her “feelings were built on a pyramid of lies.”  Again while walking toward my local coffee shop, I unleashed a barrage of attacks at Guy #1.  Our friendship was shattered.  Only shards remained of that once strong vase of brotherhood.  The two girls declared war.  I was an Allied soldier charging out of the World War I trenches into a bombardment of Gatling Gun fire.  I gritted my teeth, repositioned my helmet, hugged my rifle, ducked my head, and sprinted forward.
     
    In the midst of battle, I learned to survive on my own.  To me, the year was 1865 and all I wanted to do was explore my new freedom.  I studied tips and tricks to boost my natural attractive qualities and my overall confidence, inspiration, and connections with people.  I met new women from all over the country.  I changed myself and my outlook on life.
     
    As quickly as I learned these new habits, I reverted back to the old ones.  Mere months later, I devolved into the hollow shell.  Each day was a roll of the dice.  Sometimes I would get lucky and be the confident and masculine man, but others I was the weak and gutless coward.  It was not until today that I realized what I needed to do to fully evolve.  I needed to come to terms with my past pains and move along.  Only now am I free from my feminine bonds of slavery.

  33. katokato says:

    Hmm…
    im 15 years old. Never had a relationship with another girl before. Parents divorced before my birth, and so i lived with my mother, then she remarried.  As far as attraction, ive been attracted to a few girls, but none of them ever liked me. I never could tell if any girl shows interest in me. I guess i dont go out much. I spend most of my time on the computer, and if not on the computer, then at school, and if not in either of those, i am usually spending time in the outdoors since im in the boy scouts. 
     
    My friends at school are pretty tame,…. they usually never want to do anything, none of them have girlfriends, i guess you can archetype them as the “nerd” or “caveman” etc…
     
    So, therefore i usually dont chill with friends from school. Come to think of it, i dont really chill with other people. Im usually 1. At home on the computer. 2. At school.
    I really have no life. 
     
    I am only realising this now, and i have noticed that ive been playing less video games, but i just hate it how whenever i actually want to go out and do something, my fucking parents always ask about it, and i never want to tell them (i dont like it when other people ask about my shit), and this further discourages me from living. 
     
    While i think that i have problems with girls, in reality it is not that. I have a problem with my life in general. Ever since i came to the united states ( i am from brazil, when i was little, i was very outgoing), i have become very  encapsulated into my home, and building a general routine of school-home schedule. I live the most linear lifestyle one can possibly live.  
     
    /2cents.
     
    Anyways, thank you for starting this blog. It has helped me a lot.

  34. Jonnaweeva says:

    I’m 28, my only relationship lasted a month and it started due to an unusual and unrepeatable circumstance. When it comes to starting a relationship I am clueless. If I try to be friends first, I am stuck in friend zone. If I start right out stating I am interested in something other then just a friendship, they react with “wtf? I’d rather be friends first”.
    I think I suck at finding a romantic relationship because I never made friends easily in school. I was bullied and outcast, which I now realize was partially a self fulfilling cycle that didn’t end until college. The month long relationship incollege taught me I love to be held (something from childhood?), that I should wait 24 hours before sending something I’ve written, and that my expectations of the out come are too high. She left me suddenly, and without apparent reason. In elementary school, my best friend was literally the girl next door. We were made fun of and accused of being a couple at a time when I was too young to want a girlfriend. I guess she was like a sister. I think talking about matters of the heart feels taboo to me now. I’ve been trying to be more open to talking about some things, but it’s not without effort. My parents never divorced, though there was a separation, they reunited. I don’t know what that means for me. I habitually try to squash the ‘crush’ process by catching the start of it early, trying to do something about it by talking to the woman I like, and getting the rejection I have come to expect so I can carry on with my life. I guess I am pretty screwed up. But at least I’ve learned to channel negative emotion and divert it away from the person I’m mad at.

  35. ReginaldCineus says:

    I’m 25, and so far i’ve only had one real relationship, the rest are just attempts, they’re crushes that were very intimate and in the end became strong friendships but not what i really wanted. When i was younger my father abused my mother to the point where she eventually took her children and ran away from him when i was around 7. As a child, i told myself i would never be the same as him, this causes me to belittle my natural instinct to be assertive in a relationship and to hold back the parts of myself that i dem as to agressive. I’ve had man battles with the concept of masculinity growing up because of this, “be a man” was something i hated hearing because the men around me were mistreated the women they were involved with and avoided more matters that they thought were “weak”. So i’m developed my sensitivity for understanding others but denied the rougher parts of being a man. I have many strong friendships with females however a relationship hard. i have trouble expressing exactly how i feel towards a woman and have a hard time taking control and being decisive when needed. Usually I’m not direct enough in making it clear i want and we end up being friends, which brings boring results because my feelings dont go away. So my intimate experiences were usually initiated by a woman because something in my head is always telling me that she doesn’t want that type of interaction with me even though i know i’m an attractive, intelligent, and interesting person. I don’t have trouble admitting my flaws to people but saying to her that i’m attracted to her, that  i’m interested in her is hard. it’s even harder to come clean about the tougher facts like i don’t want more than a friendship, or I really want to have sex with you and not a relationship. i also have a physical condition that i was born with and for all my childhood i was told what i can or cannot do, given rules and boundaries about my own body, another person’s opinion always mattered more. therefore, i’m always basing my actions on what i think another person wants. i can’t tell a person that they did something i felt was wrong or that they hurt me or give advice that i know is good because i’m too busy seeing it from their point of view.

  36. JustinLynnReid says:

    I’m 22 and yes I am the proverbial “forever alone” guy with hasn’t been in a relationship yet. My emotional map, in my view, is the need for closeness and intimacy (why a girl just holding me is probably the best way to make me happy). This is because of the isolation that went through during my high school and college years that was at many times extreme. To be honest I think my biggest emotional flaw is being what  you call an “emotional vampire”. Sometimes my drive to find connection leads me to anger when I don’t find it, or when girls don’t see that. But to be honest, even though I’ve been shot down too many times to count, I can definitely see how being vulnerable and sticking to your identity screens out a lot of girls who aren’t as good as what you think they are. This has happened to many girls I’ve come across way too many times to count.I maybe just rationalizing a bit, but I think a lot of my issues have to do with the way the U.S. dating scene is set up right now (i.e. hyper-materialistic values, competitions, etc.) And as someone who is slightly shy and isn’t extremely wealthy I can see why I’m not considered by a lot of women. I mean how am I supposed to honestly say how I feel about a woman when I’m forced to just “imply” things like you say in your other articles? It’s tough, but I’ve come too far both professionally and personally to give up my identity and personality now.

  37. Glides1 says:

    What I’ve taken from this is that everyone has emotional problems, and some happen to be lucky enough to have lots and lots of sex, and still others aren’t. 
    I mean, I’m not saying that I don’t have emotional problems either, because I probably do. I’m just finding it interesting how much everyone on this site complains all the time. Again, I’ve complained online before so I’m not saying that I’m somehow better. 
    What’s weird is that all the people having sex are complaining. With the poor friend-zoned dudes, I get it, but not the players complaining about a lack of emotional involvement. Almost no one has that, dummies, be satisfied with your drunken emotionless sex and leave it at that.
    To be fair, I used to be the former, until I simply decided to stop giving a crap. Doesn’t help the love life much, but my dignity is intact. Sometimes, that’s all you get. 
    I forget what the whole point of this little rant was. Oh yeah, everyone has problems, and you most likely don’t deserve them. Unfortunately, life sucks. The end.

  38. votsvoboda says:

    I grew up with my mom only, abandoned by my father with whom I ve got a great relationship anyway.
    I have always felt the need to protect and comply with her, even if she is a strong woman and never asked me for it, or even told me I was free to live my life.
    She never built a life for herself, differently from my father, and I feel to this day that I am somehow responsible for taking care of her. While I would not mind leaving my father, who has got a wife, and live abroad, it’s a hurdle for me to leave her alone. I would not if she had someone. I realize now I am living up to that role: of her “husband”.
    Somehow the ideal of living for oneself, something my mom, consciously and unconsciously portraied as my father’s behaviours, makes me feel guilty.
    I was an open and cheerful kid, then I “changed” during middle school, and began caring about what others thought, mostly girls, and became stifled with them.
    While I didnt care at first, as soon as I came upon the PUA thing, I grew this obsession about women and conquering many of them. I’ve not taken real action, but I had my stories, which were mostly due to my own skills and being, not to PUA shit. I believed them a bit, then I realized the bullshit. I think I have developed a true addiction to “self-help”, probably due not taking consistent action but living in my little normality. I live with my mom and this makes me feel unable to pursue a true relationship life.
    I’ve been stuck in a relationship with a girl who loved me to death, but I did not love her. Still I kept seeing her for avoiding hurting her. I finally left her, and still feel a bit resposnible to this day.
    I cannot deny that, had I not known all the self-help stuff, I think I’d might still be with her. Still, all of this often makes me suffer more than the old “unconsciousness”, where I acted more spontaneously. I think I would have been able to handle it on my own, anyway.
    I don’t really know why I feel I didn’t take action. I have done much in my life, but self-help has grown my expectations to a degree that is hard to fullfill. This is one thing.
    The other might be that I still struggle to live independently due to my life situation.
    I feel a huge need for sexual and external validation, but it’s slowly fading with time. I think more experience with women could give me the confidence for feeling I am worthy.
    Funnily, I am very outgoing, and from the exterior everybody thinks I’ve got great confidence. Actually, I do, since I throw myself in most situations and are open about my opinions, still I never feel it’s enough, and I am emotionally closed I feel. I always feel disconnected, like I needed to prevent others to hurt me. Or maybe I’ve just got high expectations.

    The more I reflect on myself the more it hurts!!!

    I think that I’ll undergo your approach program and then I’ll be done with all of this, and let life flow. Maybe THEN I ll go back to analize my values and life direction, after more experience.

    Last, I cannot deny that some self-development truly made me a stronger, more efficent, confident man, mostly sexually. I was very vanilla and “I hope you like this” in bed, now I am assertive. I am also not afraid to take action sexually, or to ditch girls not wanting me. Surely, the seduction industry taught me what IS possible, and showed me the possibilities. My development would have been slower otherwise. Still, I think that all of this needs more background experience, still.

  39. votsvoboda says:

    also, I still need to overcome the not-so-hidden belief that being a man and wanting a woman, sexually, is not “bad” and doesnt make me an insensitive asshole. “Like my father” – my mom would say. In all her goodness, I see she taught me that

  40. Cman says:

    Interesting article. I have a desire to comment here.
    I have been in a few relationships. I struggle with dating too.
    I think when it comes to dating and personal relationships you have to have the right attitude, and not just when it comes to dating. You need to have the right attitude towards yourself most of all. If you look at yourself as someone who does not deserve these things, than surely that attitude will have an affect on everything because it is part of your whole perception.
    If you can’t love yourself then you can’t expect another person to.
    You have to risk (and be) rejected a few (and most likely many more) times before you are rewarded for your efforts.

  41. TheTruth says:

    dating has become very difficult for us men that are really looking for a relationship today, and since so many women now seem to have a very bad attitude problem and playing hard to get will certainly do it. women were much different years ago, and meeting a good one was much more easier than now. trying to approach a woman that i would seriously like to meet is very hard for me, since they will just walk away and even be nasty. i wish that we had much more women like June Cleaver and Donna Reed around again, and they were very committed to their men and accepted them for who they were.

    • Cman says:

      I couldn’t agree more. The dating environment had better days.
      For the purpose of this article and my fellow readers, I think I would hesitate to put blame on another. Even though the dating scene is ever changing there are always other fish in the sea. Ultimately we are responsible and that’s where we can make improvements.
      Maybe people are facing rejection more (statistically)… maybe it all depends on how people handle rejection… etc.
      Point being that even though dating conditions are poor, you won’t be held back by the tsunami of rejection. :D

  42. Dan says:

    While I don’t necessarily agree with all of the Freudian Psychology in this post, I certainly agree that openly expressing yourself and your problems is nothing but beneficial.

    I had a great childhood with my family. However, i never really was comfortable expressing any insecurities to them. I know that they wouldn’t change their opinions of me, but i was always terrified of openly expressing myself. As a result I developed a very good sense of humor , in a sense to mask my insecurities. Whenever people ask me a fairly deep question i make a joke out of it. Its fun in the interaction, but not beneficial for getting over my fear of expressing myself.

    I really appreciate finding this forum because it is very real no bullshit kind of development. However, me expressing myself over this post will only go so far, the real difficulty is doing it face to face with people I care about. That developed a sort of unconscious fear of rejection for me. As a result I’ve always been afraid of confrontation and openly being honest about myself and things like my virginity.

    If someone asks I’m really going to try to be honest about some of my insecurities. I’ve never really had a true emotional connection with any romantic interests. Some makeouts and other acts of seeking validation to impress people around me. I want to love girls, so this is going to be my focus for the next month. Ill update this comment then. Not for anyone but myself

  43. john says:

    well i moved to nc when i was 12 and i had no friends and all my immediate family was left in Chicago. i grew up with 2 friends in my apartment complex. i spent summers with them (a brother and sister) and i had my first crush ever on this girl at age 15. well my parents were reallly religious and i believed in god to. i would walk around praying to him all the time. well the girl i grew up loving end up that summer randomly going to a hotel and fucking some guy at 15. so it was 1995 and pearl jam is playing and the summers are nostalgic and painful and so when this happened i was angry and felt lost and dead inside. why did this happen? this isnt the way life should be? well i started being suicidal at 15 and just feeling all sorts of angst in life and questioning life and its meaning. well my parents sent me to christian school and i read the catcher in the rye and i became holden caulfield in my mind that day. i wanted to save girls and i had this paranoia about growing up and sex and corruption and so here i am at this christian school with no friends and the biggest nerd and so i graduated valedictorian and i was so fuckng socially inept(still am) all i ever wanted was a pretty blonde girl to want me and to be happy together riding on motorcycles to california and hanging at the beach. well i graduated and started listening to marilyn manson. went off to college and i was so fucking scared i had never made decisions before on sex drugs or achohol and it all hit me so fast. so instead of making choices and backed down. i didnt know how to live or what to major in and i dropped out. i did cocaine for a year and felt ok but i felt guilt so i quit. i end up working 8 an hr at 12 hr night shift factories and i do that for 12 years. i never make it back to school. i never become something in peoples eyes. i never make any money and i end up being blamed every day for 12 years. i ask girl after girl out and dont lose my virginity till 25 and even then my first girlfriend was a pillpopping addict with a kid and bipolar living on welfare and treating me like shit. i gave her everything and she didnt give a fuck about me. so i try harder and at 28 ask a girl out and decide to try to be perfect and do everything right. sure enough she too doesnt give a damn about me. and yet everywhere i look i see assholes with knockouts and i see people in love an i see managers who act like dickheads at work but have beautiful houses and children and now im30 years old living with my parents, childless, friendless, girlfriendless, and unemployed? why? what the fuck did i do so wrong? how did everyone else succeed and have it all? so now i dont know what to do? i think 1 kill yourself 2 keep asking girls out and being rejected or 3 live the shit life you have and accept it but i dont think i can!!!! so now im dead inside. i want a young 23 year old sexy girl to want me and yet now my life has already passed me by and i will be labeled the pervert 30 year old! hell just yesterday i was fucking 18 and now i dont know what i have to live for. i dont want to slave away anymore making nothing. i dont want to live without love anymore. and yet im not in control. these fucking heartless bitches are and they wont fucking give me a chance. and yet every dickhead i know on earth has a wife. am i living in the twilight zone? why is life so fucking hard? am i cursed? does god give a fuck about me? i give up……

  44. john says:

    and another thing. why the fuck is it so damn hard to have a woman give you a chance nowadays. i mean for real. the minute a girl is approached she says no or acts mean or says something mean. why are they so fucking hard to deal with? i had a good friend of mine who is the nicest guy in the world actually have the girl he approached RUN LAUGHING AWAY AND JUMPED IN THE CAR WITH HER GIRLFRIENDS AND TOOK OFF?!!!wtf? is dating a game nowadays or a joke?? either way im fucking tired of it all

  45. john says:

    all i know is that all i relate to now is Charles Bukowski. i dont even care about the american bullshit dream anymore. fuck the whore and her jock fucking ass!! fuck the big house owning douchebags who got there money by telling 300 other men in a plant what to do all the while doing nothing himself! fuck this goddamn stupid and superficial world that is based on nothing but looks, money, and fame. fuck it i dont care anymore.

  46. john says:

    and another thing. why the fuck do women do everything they can to annihilate your self esteem and then they say smartass shit like “women like confident guys!” YOU FUCKING DUMB CUNT YOU TREAT MEN LIKE SHIT AND THEN SAY STUFF LIKE THAT!! FUCK YOU!!

  47. Paul says:

    well there are certainly much more gay women now than ever before, and that is a very good reason why many of us straight guys can’t meet a good one anymore. and even the ones that are straight will curse at us when trying to start a normal conversation with the one that we would really like to meet.

  48. john says:

    of course dating has become harder . and its happened in the past 8-10 years. im not sure what happened to women whether it is a rise in feminism or reality tv or im not sure but i remember when i graduate in 2001 that the dating environment wasnt nasty. but now you are shut down immediately its like none of these women have the time for you .they act like you are annoying them and they are in a hurry to get to the job, or dont want to waste their time because they are in college or any other slew of reasons and YET YOU KNOW THATS NOT WHY THEY SAID NO!! THEY SAID NO BECAUSE NOWADAYS THEY ACT LIKE CARRIE BRADSHAW ON SEX AND THE CITY. I WATCHED 2 EPISODES ONE DAY BECAUSE I WANTED TO SEE WHY WOMEN WERE SO INTO IT . IT MADE ME SICK. all it really is about is a bunch of STUCK UP SOCIALITES trying to find a RICH GUY !!!!!!!!!!!!! THATS IT!!!!! they drink cosmos, bounce from club to club, and bang everything from bellboys to businessmen trying to find some 6ft tall , authoritative, tall, dark and handsome, rich PRICK and when that is not readily available for their snobby and elitist asses, THEY PROCEED TO DOWN THE MAJORITY OF MEN SAYING THAT THEY ARENT WORTH DATING???????? WHY????? BECAUSE THEY HAVE READ THE LATEST JAMES JOYCE NOVEL?????? BECAUSE THEY DIDNT SPEND 10 YEARS TRYING TO BECOME A DOCTOR FOR YOU???? BECAUSE THEY ARE TOO BUSY SURVIVING AT REGULAR GUYS JOBS TO HAVE THE TIME TO SIP MARTINIS WITH YOU AT THE ULTRA TRENDY MINI BAR???? So now the whole generation of girls have been reading chick lit that falls into this sorta vein, watch sex and the city, watch the kardashians, watch every show in which the main female character is a complete and total bitch and hell it apparently has rubbed off all too well. if something doesnt change most regualar guys are in for being really fucked by the average girl. just like its been for the past 10 years unable to crack the code of life and get these worthless bitches to give you a damn chance. nowadays all it takes to get the girl is be rich, be gorgeous, have 6 pack, and be as sensitive as your mother and bingo their is a whores american dream. fuck it im out.

    • Paul says:

      women today are very uneducated and they are nothing like the real good women that existed years ago, they play just too many games and many of them still need to grow up. we can’t blame ourselves at all since we did not do anything wrong, and with the very bad attitude problem that they have today makes it worse. if we had been born a lot sooner, then we would have avoided this mess in the first place and met the right good one to have shared a life with. i was married at one time myself, and she cheated on me which i was a very caring and loving husband that was very much committed to her. this hurt me very bad, and now i really hate going out and dealing with this mess all over again since they play so many games and are a real tease. just remember, they are the ones that have the problem, not us. good luck.

      • john says:

        i just want to know where the feminine women are at who enjoy men, enjoy sex, and make an effort to show feminine traits. nowadays the women are so damn unfeminine. the way they talk, walk, and act is so uncouth and hard to deal with. Whatever happened to the ingrid bergmans of the world ya know? why the hell is it that in 60 years we went from the sensitive and sweet ingrid bergman to the loudmouth slut carrie bradshaw?! anyone else tired of the bullshit changes in society?

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