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After making my post a while back on how I managed to see success with the kinds of women I was sexually attracted to, I got about eight good PMs from guys about it. Instead of answering PMs one by one for a unique situation, I wanted to share how I went from struggling with my type to almost exclusively fucking them.
For anyone that missed my story, a quick summary.
I am a white guy but very very swarthy, get told I look like Jimmy Garropolo (49ers QB) a good deal. Growing up, I always had a thing for white women with that look, think Monica Bellucci, Emily Ratajkowski, Olivia Culpo, Gal Gadot, and Shannon Elizabeth (my first ever fap). Dark/brown hair, tanned skin, and white was exactly my type. Where I was growing up in the south, I found that most of those women preferred men that either looked like Chase or were blond haired Viking looking. Guys who looked like me on the other hand got with blondes, redheads, and even women who were not white as opposed to those kinds of women. Biology had rules I guess, there is stuff out there about gene mixing, but I was not a fan of playing by them.
Even if you look in the celeb world, this kinda plays out. Lots of hot blondes go for dark haired guys and lots of hot tanned brunettes go for the whitest looking guy they can find.
I'd have a great reception from a hot blonde, a cool black chick, redheads loved me, Asian women were all over me, and even Indian women were giving me eyes. If it came to my "type" though, I got a cold reception. My teammate in baseball, a blond kid that looked like Hayden Christensen, would get compliments and a warm reception from my type. I still remember the days when I tried to chase my type but always got left in the dust, teased, led along, and it rarely ended well. I was never really seen in a sexual way by my type, hard to explain but the natural spark was not there like it would be with me and a hot blonde or a ginger. We had a sizable population of Mediterranean (Portuguese and Italian mainly) descendants in my area, their women did not like me, even their moms treated me worse than my whiter looking friends.
Something that made me say enough is enough.
At some point as a man, you decide enough is enough. As a guy you start to wonder what is the point of going that much for women, who might have the look you are aroused by most, if they are going to treat you like shit for some social reason. I told myself that I am not going to miss out on women who are treating me with warmth and love just to chase a "type" that, for some insecurities of their own, are going to treat me poorly. At one point in high school I even went to Spain where my blond friend constantly got told how pretty he is and one Spanish girl even said to me "you're too dark" in a demeaning way. Dark hair and tanned skin is not too liked in Spain as my European friends will confirm but some Scandinavian girls were super nice to me, I even hooked up with a pale freckled brunette from Norway, and that day did it.
It could be because of how I am but I got very dismissive and hateful towards my type after that day.
I was no longer going to "game" here until she proved to me that she was worth my best.
I had a lot to offer and I was going to offer it to women who don't have biases towards men that look like me.
When college came, I'd go for any woman but my "type". I convinced myself that women of my "type" had stinky pussies, looked like trannies, and cried themselves to sleep not being a hot blonde. I even told one Latina that I thought Penelope Cruz looked like a pig and I rather wrestle Javier Bardem naked than go on a date with her. Every time I'd come across my type, I trained myself to hate her from the get go and acted very dismissive towards her.
I watched porn with blondes, black women, Asian women, and anything but my type to kill my arousal for them. Unfortunately, I still had a thing but I minimized the hell out of it, I'd try to find a flaw in every girl that was my type and convince myself that her pussy probably stinks, she might be a tranny, and she has hairy arms that she nairs.
I'd pull from my best energy and give it to all hot girls but my type, acting dismissive towards my type. To me, I'd train myself to think they were not in the room. I'd hype up and game their friends so well and even other women so well. I won't even say I hated my type as much as they were dead to me. I would cross an Irina Shayk lookalike and not even make eye contact in the hallway.
Put a hot blonde, a black girl, Asian girl, or anyone but my type in the same room and I'd start gaming them direct. I'd talk to them about how cute they were and they would get my undivided attention, even when my type was nearby. In some cases, my type would intervene to comment and almost call me out, I'd smile nod and turn my attention to anyone but my type.
Then my luck changed but I put my foot down hard.
I would have situations where I had gamed a hot blonde well or some Asian girl so good that their friends started coming around. A good bit of them were the hot brunette types I was into and often ignored. One called me out on it and after a few months of back and forth, since we worked on a project together in college, we fucked. I still would not have it though, I had been burned by them enough.
I'd be super nice to the black girl, blonde, or Asian girl but my type? Short one word answers and a very stern tone. If you wanted my respect, you were going to have to earn it. A handful started to call me out on it or in settings where we were strangers, persisted by talking to me more. It became a different kind of game, they were the ones being schooled looking foolish as I negged them and called them out on whatever shit I felt like. It felt pretty good, I found that especially after I had fucked a hot blonde, her dark-haired friend wanted to be with me.
The frame had been shifted, my life was amazing and I was going to proactively go after women who I had good experiences with. My type could join if she wanted but she had to know just like she was going to treat my whiter looking friend better, I was going to treat the blonde better than her.
Over the years, I ended up almost exclusively fucking my type.
Romanian women, swarthy Russian women, Italian women (American and from Italy, some even from Canada!), Spaniard women (still too dark for you hoe?), Portuguese girls, Lebanese girls, Persian girls, and even plain old American girls who came out looking like my type. Maybe its luck but even to this day, I do not game my type with the same optimism and I'd say kindness that I would a blonde, redhead, black girl, Indian girl, or Asian girl. I neg them more, show disinterest a lot, and even when they tease I challenge them.
My tone is stern, cold, and I am always ready to socially lower them in some way.
It worked for me though, it might even work on women who I have naturally attracted, but if it ain't broke why fix it?
Could it work for you too? Yeah, but here is what I am really trying to tell you.
I think that in some ways, social norms or whatever dictate what kinds of women go for you. The culture a woman was raised in, biology to some degree, and media determine what kinds of men she is into. If you are not on her radar there, it could be tough sledding.
But if you do tighten up your fundamentals, look good, and go for any kind of hot girl who is into you, you put yourself in a better spot. After a while you need to stop pandering and live by the saying that those who mind don't mater and those who matter don't mind. You can die not having fucked your type and you'll live a fulfilled life.
If it does get that bad, just see an escort that looks like your type. My friend is an Arab guy with a thing for Mediterranean women but being an Arab, it's a long uphill battle for him to get a girl from Spain or Italy compared to Norway or Sweden. What he does is he goes for women who give him attention but he sees escorts with the Kendall Jenner and Monica Bellucci look, fucking them and then being done with it. In some instances, a girl of his type will pursue him and buck the trend of a part of Europe where blonde hair blue eyes are worshiped.
Be creative if needed but stop pandering and putting in the emotional and game effort on women who have been trained and taught from birth to not like men who might look like you.
For anyone that missed my story, a quick summary.
I am a white guy but very very swarthy, get told I look like Jimmy Garropolo (49ers QB) a good deal. Growing up, I always had a thing for white women with that look, think Monica Bellucci, Emily Ratajkowski, Olivia Culpo, Gal Gadot, and Shannon Elizabeth (my first ever fap). Dark/brown hair, tanned skin, and white was exactly my type. Where I was growing up in the south, I found that most of those women preferred men that either looked like Chase or were blond haired Viking looking. Guys who looked like me on the other hand got with blondes, redheads, and even women who were not white as opposed to those kinds of women. Biology had rules I guess, there is stuff out there about gene mixing, but I was not a fan of playing by them.
Even if you look in the celeb world, this kinda plays out. Lots of hot blondes go for dark haired guys and lots of hot tanned brunettes go for the whitest looking guy they can find.
I'd have a great reception from a hot blonde, a cool black chick, redheads loved me, Asian women were all over me, and even Indian women were giving me eyes. If it came to my "type" though, I got a cold reception. My teammate in baseball, a blond kid that looked like Hayden Christensen, would get compliments and a warm reception from my type. I still remember the days when I tried to chase my type but always got left in the dust, teased, led along, and it rarely ended well. I was never really seen in a sexual way by my type, hard to explain but the natural spark was not there like it would be with me and a hot blonde or a ginger. We had a sizable population of Mediterranean (Portuguese and Italian mainly) descendants in my area, their women did not like me, even their moms treated me worse than my whiter looking friends.
Something that made me say enough is enough.
At some point as a man, you decide enough is enough. As a guy you start to wonder what is the point of going that much for women, who might have the look you are aroused by most, if they are going to treat you like shit for some social reason. I told myself that I am not going to miss out on women who are treating me with warmth and love just to chase a "type" that, for some insecurities of their own, are going to treat me poorly. At one point in high school I even went to Spain where my blond friend constantly got told how pretty he is and one Spanish girl even said to me "you're too dark" in a demeaning way. Dark hair and tanned skin is not too liked in Spain as my European friends will confirm but some Scandinavian girls were super nice to me, I even hooked up with a pale freckled brunette from Norway, and that day did it.
It could be because of how I am but I got very dismissive and hateful towards my type after that day.
I was no longer going to "game" here until she proved to me that she was worth my best.
I had a lot to offer and I was going to offer it to women who don't have biases towards men that look like me.
When college came, I'd go for any woman but my "type". I convinced myself that women of my "type" had stinky pussies, looked like trannies, and cried themselves to sleep not being a hot blonde. I even told one Latina that I thought Penelope Cruz looked like a pig and I rather wrestle Javier Bardem naked than go on a date with her. Every time I'd come across my type, I trained myself to hate her from the get go and acted very dismissive towards her.
I watched porn with blondes, black women, Asian women, and anything but my type to kill my arousal for them. Unfortunately, I still had a thing but I minimized the hell out of it, I'd try to find a flaw in every girl that was my type and convince myself that her pussy probably stinks, she might be a tranny, and she has hairy arms that she nairs.
I'd pull from my best energy and give it to all hot girls but my type, acting dismissive towards my type. To me, I'd train myself to think they were not in the room. I'd hype up and game their friends so well and even other women so well. I won't even say I hated my type as much as they were dead to me. I would cross an Irina Shayk lookalike and not even make eye contact in the hallway.
Put a hot blonde, a black girl, Asian girl, or anyone but my type in the same room and I'd start gaming them direct. I'd talk to them about how cute they were and they would get my undivided attention, even when my type was nearby. In some cases, my type would intervene to comment and almost call me out, I'd smile nod and turn my attention to anyone but my type.
Then my luck changed but I put my foot down hard.
I would have situations where I had gamed a hot blonde well or some Asian girl so good that their friends started coming around. A good bit of them were the hot brunette types I was into and often ignored. One called me out on it and after a few months of back and forth, since we worked on a project together in college, we fucked. I still would not have it though, I had been burned by them enough.
I'd be super nice to the black girl, blonde, or Asian girl but my type? Short one word answers and a very stern tone. If you wanted my respect, you were going to have to earn it. A handful started to call me out on it or in settings where we were strangers, persisted by talking to me more. It became a different kind of game, they were the ones being schooled looking foolish as I negged them and called them out on whatever shit I felt like. It felt pretty good, I found that especially after I had fucked a hot blonde, her dark-haired friend wanted to be with me.
The frame had been shifted, my life was amazing and I was going to proactively go after women who I had good experiences with. My type could join if she wanted but she had to know just like she was going to treat my whiter looking friend better, I was going to treat the blonde better than her.
Over the years, I ended up almost exclusively fucking my type.
Romanian women, swarthy Russian women, Italian women (American and from Italy, some even from Canada!), Spaniard women (still too dark for you hoe?), Portuguese girls, Lebanese girls, Persian girls, and even plain old American girls who came out looking like my type. Maybe its luck but even to this day, I do not game my type with the same optimism and I'd say kindness that I would a blonde, redhead, black girl, Indian girl, or Asian girl. I neg them more, show disinterest a lot, and even when they tease I challenge them.
My tone is stern, cold, and I am always ready to socially lower them in some way.
It worked for me though, it might even work on women who I have naturally attracted, but if it ain't broke why fix it?
Could it work for you too? Yeah, but here is what I am really trying to tell you.
I think that in some ways, social norms or whatever dictate what kinds of women go for you. The culture a woman was raised in, biology to some degree, and media determine what kinds of men she is into. If you are not on her radar there, it could be tough sledding.
But if you do tighten up your fundamentals, look good, and go for any kind of hot girl who is into you, you put yourself in a better spot. After a while you need to stop pandering and live by the saying that those who mind don't mater and those who matter don't mind. You can die not having fucked your type and you'll live a fulfilled life.
If it does get that bad, just see an escort that looks like your type. My friend is an Arab guy with a thing for Mediterranean women but being an Arab, it's a long uphill battle for him to get a girl from Spain or Italy compared to Norway or Sweden. What he does is he goes for women who give him attention but he sees escorts with the Kendall Jenner and Monica Bellucci look, fucking them and then being done with it. In some instances, a girl of his type will pursue him and buck the trend of a part of Europe where blonde hair blue eyes are worshiped.
Be creative if needed but stop pandering and putting in the emotional and game effort on women who have been trained and taught from birth to not like men who might look like you.