Almost two months of non-stop dating and I want to fucking kill myself, literally.
I saw, I conquered, I came. The job is done. Fuck this shit. I don't know what I'm trying to prove to myself.
Don't be a nice guy. Don't be what the girl says she wants you to be. Don't think about what you should do, or how to say things, just focus on ACTUALLY BEING the guy the she can't let go. Treat her significantly worse than you want to and only do what things with her you also want to do. Don't try to appeal to her mind, appeal to her biology, and usually those are separate things.I have been in a terrible state in this area; unable to get any kind of date., even via apps like tinder and okcupid. I read your posts economist and balk at it; how on earth do these people gravitate towards you under such absurd circumstances as an ihop?!
As for actually getting a date, get a picture with a fancy ass car, and take a selfie at a good angle, then take some actions shots of you doing some random macho and nice guy shit, maybe throw in a picture with a kid. That'll get you A GIRL, but probably not the girl you want, that takes finesse and timing. As for getting a high-quality, nice girl, I have no fucking clue how to do that online, only in person.
Other than that, I have absolutely no fucking clue. It's all throwing darts in the dark anyways. It's not even that women are different, it's that women are different at different times.
I assume so, bar tab minus tip was $88, and shots are $4 each. I didn't count otherwise.Also, 22 shots?! :0
When the cops showed up, with a single shot of adrenaline, I sobered right the fuck up. Thank God for my metabolism/biology/mania, lol, comes in handy at the strangest times.





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