Rejection:
One night i was at a noisy club with friends.
At the darkest corner of the club was this dance circle where this butterface chick with hands down the sexiest body I have ever seen in my life was the main attraction.
She had on one of those bodycon skirts that really shaped her 8 figure.
She was the main attraction in the whole club because of her banging body, free spirited energy and the fact that she was freely grinding on dudes indiscriminately.
I loved the hype on that side of the club so I thought wow let me get in on that so i went made friends with some cool guys on that end then hopped behind the thick chick to grind whenever the opening came.
But what did she do?
Look back at my face from her bent over position and immediately stood up.
No cigar.
She didnt want to dance with me.
I felt a little stung but decided to move along.
This was a petty rejection and honestly it didnt really mean much aside from the slight sting.
But then I stopped dead in my tracks and thought to myself wait why bow out so fast. Try persisting.
So I did.
Danced. Danced. Then when the opening came I tried getting behind her again to grind on her.
Except that this time when she saw me she literally sat down on a chair that was a few steps from her.
that small voice in my head told me "Dont fold yet. Persist!"
So i made strong sexy eye contact, a sexy smile and extended my hand for her to take without saying a single word. I let my body do the talking.
How did she respond?
She pushed my hands away aggressively, crossed her arms tight, leaned back ALL the way into her sit and looked away with a sour look on her face.
Three seconds ago this chick had been ecstatically dancing with literally EVERY other dude in the vicinity except ME. All i got from her was the most sour face ive seen in my life.
I walked away trying to act all nonchalant but that shit had done a no. on my esteem i wont lie.
Now THAT was a Rejection. Probably the harshest one I've ever experienced.
Minutes later one of the dudes we had been dancing in a circle with who i had befriended came to my shoulder to talk.
Told me he had asked the chick why she danced with everyone else and not me and she said that i looked like her ex.
Apparently she had just gotten her heart broken and was at the club hoeing the pain away.
I heard that and everything clicked and my beaten posture immediately straightened.
The
on my face turned into a
That short encounter imprinted in me the importance of not taking rejection personally quite frankly I have never been upset about girls not feeling me ever since.
I literally just move on.
I have experienced milder forms of rejection and none of them get to me.
The point of this anecdote is to show you why I find the assertions I am afraid that a girl that
I have wound up into a submissive subdued state is going to reject me kind of odd.
This is where Im coming from guys.
Indeed I COULD be wrong but from Where Im at I genuinely unable to see how unless you guys mean that this fear is deep in my subconcious.
