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Hello there. I figured I'd start a journal for a few reasons.
1. I'm checking the boards daily anyway
2. My back story and new posts will help put me and my journey in context for the awesome people willing to help me on my, well, "help me" posts. haha
3. I definitely need a journal to document the good times. I'm pretty damn moody when it comes to this journey. There are good days where I feel like things are going in the right direction, but then there are far more negative days where I feel pretty depressed, hopeless, and like I'm spinning my wheels and getting nothing from it. So by documenting everything, on the bad days it'll be much easier for me to look back, find the good times, and remind myself that indeed progress is being made.
So since this is the first post, I'll make it about my back story.
I am a 30 y/o virgin whose never had a girlfriend before. I absolutely hate this about myself. There isn't much of a particular reason for how I got here. I just never had a strong desire to have this be a part of my life before. In high school I was cocky. I had the balls to approach the cutest girls at the school. They'd reject and that would basically be it lol. I didn't care. But I had no idea what I was doing. No mentors, no reading about the right way to game online, no good social circle, nothing. I just saw what I saw in pop culture and went for it.
When college came around, I bombed with girls for a different issue - I had bad self esteem issues. I've always had terrible skin. My parents should have forced me to do accutane at 13, but they didn't. So to this day I still get severe acne on my torso, especially during the summer. I'm planning to go on accutane as soon as I get a longer term healthcare solution figured out so I know what it'll cost me for the I believe 5 month course of treatment. I think those pills can be expensive. But the real skin problem is the scars. The acne won't take all that long to pop and heal, but they all leave red or purple scars that remain for at least 6-12 months. So my chest and shoulders are covered with scars. It's still an insecurity to this day, but nowhere near as much as it was in college. I should also note I went to the derm like 10-12 times in college to try and treat the scars but nothing they tried would work. They're just very stubborn and you basically have no choice but to wait and let them fade on their own.
The other major (and bigger) self esteem issue I had in college was about my height. It's fascinating in retrospect how in high school I didn't give two shits about my being short (possibly because for most of those years I was expecting a growth spurt...) but in college it just destroyed me. Lots of confirmation bias. All the attractive girls I saw flirting with guys were exclusively flirting with tall guys. Never noticed a short guy with a bunch of hotties. So for all my college years and a few years after college I was pretty convinced that I was just fucked being a short guy, so I didn't bother finding girls or a girl at all.
It wasn't until 26 or 27 that I stopped and realized "hey asshole. people your age are starting to get married. you need to start making an effort to meet girls." So I began the very first stages of my journey. I started by learning how clothes should fit. Pants, shirts, suits, you name it. I don't want to get into a whole thing about my dad, but in many many ways he was useless as a father. I can't think of a less alive man or a man with less a purpose in life that I've ever met. Anyway, in this example if you asked him about how to dress, he would recommend Target or Walmart clothes because 'you can get a good xxxx for a cheap price' and he would have zero clue about how it should fit or if he did he just didn't give a shit. Baggy shirt? 'oh well. it looks fine.' Long pants that need to be hemmed? 'it's okay. they'll just scrunch at the ankles like mine.' Fucking ridiculous. Anyway, since he was no help here ever I taught myself how things should fit and started building my new wardrobe.
Also around this time I went back into the gym. I lifted weights in high school and stopped in college because my studies were just too demanding time-wise, but after college I went back to the gym. Just thought I'd toss that out there. I won't go into detail here because this was something that has nothing to do with girls. I never stepped foot in a gym hoping to build a body to impress girls. I've always just wanted to be muscular and strong for myself. So I don't count this as a life change I made in order to get girls.
Once I got my wardrobe in order, I went straight into online dating. The #1 mistake of my journey. I ended up being on apps for about a full year, doing nothing else to meet girls. It didn't do much more than destroy my mood and self esteem. I just couldn't get matches/swipes/responses for the life of me, regardless of what I wrote in the bio. I knew it was obviously my photos. They just sucked. So on THREE occasions I asked female friend photographers to take photos of me so I had some quality photos for online dating. Didn't make a difference. Even the best photos couldn't score more than 7/10 attractiveness on sites like photofeeler. So rather than waste more time seeking photos that would probably never work, I decided it was time to grow a pair of balls and go out to meet girls in person.
I've now been going out for about a year. Maybe a month or two less. All in all, I've gone on about 40 dates in total. Maybe half from online dating, half from going out. Mostly dance nights. I've gotten pretty good at cold approaching, socializing, and meeting people and girls in general. Obviously good enough to get 40 dates! And however many numbers that translates to and however many approaches that translate to! But, zero results. Can't get past Date #2 to save me, and second dates are very rare. Can't get laid to save me. I've posted a couple threads on the boards here that have been very helpful and I look forward to applying the advice I received in those threads as soon as I can line up some more dates.
That's all I can think of for now. I'll post more throughout the journal entries. Thank you for reading!
1. I'm checking the boards daily anyway
2. My back story and new posts will help put me and my journey in context for the awesome people willing to help me on my, well, "help me" posts. haha
3. I definitely need a journal to document the good times. I'm pretty damn moody when it comes to this journey. There are good days where I feel like things are going in the right direction, but then there are far more negative days where I feel pretty depressed, hopeless, and like I'm spinning my wheels and getting nothing from it. So by documenting everything, on the bad days it'll be much easier for me to look back, find the good times, and remind myself that indeed progress is being made.
So since this is the first post, I'll make it about my back story.
I am a 30 y/o virgin whose never had a girlfriend before. I absolutely hate this about myself. There isn't much of a particular reason for how I got here. I just never had a strong desire to have this be a part of my life before. In high school I was cocky. I had the balls to approach the cutest girls at the school. They'd reject and that would basically be it lol. I didn't care. But I had no idea what I was doing. No mentors, no reading about the right way to game online, no good social circle, nothing. I just saw what I saw in pop culture and went for it.
When college came around, I bombed with girls for a different issue - I had bad self esteem issues. I've always had terrible skin. My parents should have forced me to do accutane at 13, but they didn't. So to this day I still get severe acne on my torso, especially during the summer. I'm planning to go on accutane as soon as I get a longer term healthcare solution figured out so I know what it'll cost me for the I believe 5 month course of treatment. I think those pills can be expensive. But the real skin problem is the scars. The acne won't take all that long to pop and heal, but they all leave red or purple scars that remain for at least 6-12 months. So my chest and shoulders are covered with scars. It's still an insecurity to this day, but nowhere near as much as it was in college. I should also note I went to the derm like 10-12 times in college to try and treat the scars but nothing they tried would work. They're just very stubborn and you basically have no choice but to wait and let them fade on their own.
The other major (and bigger) self esteem issue I had in college was about my height. It's fascinating in retrospect how in high school I didn't give two shits about my being short (possibly because for most of those years I was expecting a growth spurt...) but in college it just destroyed me. Lots of confirmation bias. All the attractive girls I saw flirting with guys were exclusively flirting with tall guys. Never noticed a short guy with a bunch of hotties. So for all my college years and a few years after college I was pretty convinced that I was just fucked being a short guy, so I didn't bother finding girls or a girl at all.
It wasn't until 26 or 27 that I stopped and realized "hey asshole. people your age are starting to get married. you need to start making an effort to meet girls." So I began the very first stages of my journey. I started by learning how clothes should fit. Pants, shirts, suits, you name it. I don't want to get into a whole thing about my dad, but in many many ways he was useless as a father. I can't think of a less alive man or a man with less a purpose in life that I've ever met. Anyway, in this example if you asked him about how to dress, he would recommend Target or Walmart clothes because 'you can get a good xxxx for a cheap price' and he would have zero clue about how it should fit or if he did he just didn't give a shit. Baggy shirt? 'oh well. it looks fine.' Long pants that need to be hemmed? 'it's okay. they'll just scrunch at the ankles like mine.' Fucking ridiculous. Anyway, since he was no help here ever I taught myself how things should fit and started building my new wardrobe.
Also around this time I went back into the gym. I lifted weights in high school and stopped in college because my studies were just too demanding time-wise, but after college I went back to the gym. Just thought I'd toss that out there. I won't go into detail here because this was something that has nothing to do with girls. I never stepped foot in a gym hoping to build a body to impress girls. I've always just wanted to be muscular and strong for myself. So I don't count this as a life change I made in order to get girls.
Once I got my wardrobe in order, I went straight into online dating. The #1 mistake of my journey. I ended up being on apps for about a full year, doing nothing else to meet girls. It didn't do much more than destroy my mood and self esteem. I just couldn't get matches/swipes/responses for the life of me, regardless of what I wrote in the bio. I knew it was obviously my photos. They just sucked. So on THREE occasions I asked female friend photographers to take photos of me so I had some quality photos for online dating. Didn't make a difference. Even the best photos couldn't score more than 7/10 attractiveness on sites like photofeeler. So rather than waste more time seeking photos that would probably never work, I decided it was time to grow a pair of balls and go out to meet girls in person.
I've now been going out for about a year. Maybe a month or two less. All in all, I've gone on about 40 dates in total. Maybe half from online dating, half from going out. Mostly dance nights. I've gotten pretty good at cold approaching, socializing, and meeting people and girls in general. Obviously good enough to get 40 dates! And however many numbers that translates to and however many approaches that translate to! But, zero results. Can't get past Date #2 to save me, and second dates are very rare. Can't get laid to save me. I've posted a couple threads on the boards here that have been very helpful and I look forward to applying the advice I received in those threads as soon as I can line up some more dates.
That's all I can think of for now. I'll post more throughout the journal entries. Thank you for reading!