Quote: (08-28-2015 10:28 AM)General Stalin Wrote:
Alpha/beta dichotomies aside, the pedestrianization in this thread is making me cringe. Don't get hung up on this broad. She may be sexy as fuck and hitting all the right notes personality-wise, but always remind yourself there are millions of other girls around just like her and better. Don't rely on her or expect too much - in fact don't expect shit. Keep your expectations low and your options open and you won't be disappointed.
The vibe I'm getting from OP and follow up is that you are already invested far too much into this girl emotionally. Maintain your cool and have that abundance mentality. girls, especially hot ones, will dry up like a desert if they get any whiff of neediness or eagerness.
Just protect your ego bro and don't let some rando broad get you all bunched up. She's just another girl.
You're absolutely right I did pedestalize her hard, I even was conscious that I was doing it, but I guess she just hit all the right "attraction buttons" so the neurons in my brain were firing off full speed. It was like some dream sequence from Saved by the Bell, when Lisa enters the room, the cheesy music comes on and Screech goes into a dream state.
Ha all jokes aside, at this point I've basically failed with this chick, this may partially due to me acting a little overly interested, needy, and dare I say "beta." For the record my use of beta in the thread was mostly in jest.
I guess the post-script of what has happened or more like didn't happen is this, as I mentioned earlier in the thread she did reply to my initial text the next day in the afternoon.... I waited a couple hours and replied to her text, my text was a little long, but I was trying to create some banter, make some witty comments, and then I asked her another question.
That was on a Tuesday afternoon that I sent the second text, she never replied, and I figured that was that, then it was Thursday night (college night) and I was over at a buddy's place getting ready to head to the bars around 10 PM when I get a little Facebook notification. I got a friend request and I open it up to see that it's from "dream girl", at this point I'm pretty surprised, and kind of wondering what the deal is. I don't use Facebook really (only started it for Tinder), and I know Facebook requests don't mean jack shit, but I figured if she looked me up on there at 10 in the evening that can't be a bad sign?
Anyway I had this feeling that I was going to run into her at the bar, (it's a small town, she's a party girl, and she told me she likes to do Thursday college night). So anyway I get to the bar around 11 with my bros and sure enough she's there with her girls. The bar is packed, I was intentionally not trying to have more than 2 drinks, since I wanted to go to the gym and train hard the next day, and I hadn't been out to the bars in weeks. In other words to make excuses for myself I was feeling kind of out of my element, and was feeling a bit of approach anxiety.
It kind of felt like I was back in high school with a girl I like, where I didn't have the confidence to go in or know what to say when I did. I was trying to play it cool, but I would break my next every 5 minutes to get a glimpse at her. Basically she was sitting at the bar and had two big pretty boy frat boy jock types vying for her attention.
I kept telling myself I had to go in and run game, but I knew that I would be entering "enemy territory" and if I went in then I'd immediately have to battle with the other two guys for her attention, and they would certainly try to pull some B.S. AMOG shit on me.
So I ended up basically bitching out till the end of the night when I finally saw her free and standing by herself for a moment, I slid in and talked to her for about 10-15 minutes, and the conversation wasn't bad, but it was too little too late. The bar was closing soon, I couldn't get her a drink, and there wasn't enough tension or attraction for me to try to bounce her to another spot to chill.
The next day I kind of pulled another "beta" move out of my playbook, and while I again consciously knew it wasn't a strong move, I still decided to go through with it, against the little voice in my head that knew better.
I sent her a long winded text, basically trying to be humorous, joking about her being my Facebook friend and how I need more since I only have a total of like 8 friends on there, then I joked about how awesome my profile is (it's literally empty aside from a couple pics), and told her my friend's girlfriend started it to make me a tinder because she thought it would be fun.
I went on to say that it was nice seeing her at the bar and complimented her on looking good. She of course didn't reply at all to the text, which is basically what I was expecting anyway. I basically texted her to joke around and let her know I'm interested, and with the idea that it would keep her thinking about me in her head.
Anyway I ended up seeing her out again on Saturday (two night later), again I was out with the same group of guys, she was out with the same group of girls, except this time I did the opposite, I basically made it a point to ignore her. I decided I had acted too needy and needed to come off like I don't really care that much. I saw her when I walked into the bar she smiled and said hi to me, she was sitting at the bar with her two friends, I just nodded my head and walked by.
I made it a point to talk to other girls and have her see me, my buddies were claiming she was breaking her neck to look at me, but who knows if they were just trying to give me a confidence boost since they know I like her. Basically nothing happened that night, I just ignored her and I don't know if she was ignoring me, but she stayed on the other side of the bar.
So at this point, I'm considering it a more or less dead prospect, although I'll probably eventually run into her at the bars or around town, so there is always that slight hope that the door is still cracked and I can open it and go in.
I did some creeping on her instagram page and it appears that she does have a dude that she's involved with, from what I can gather he's some hippy surfer bro who's most likely growing weed on a farm somewhere out in the hills. Not to be a hater, but he's not your typical good looking dude, (he looks like Blake from Workaholics), but he does have swag and apparently has landed one of the hottest girls in this county.
Looking through her instagram I got a good idea of what this chick is like, and even though I still find her hot as hell, she's definitely not a chick that i would be compatible with for a long term relationship, so at least I've come back to earth in that regard, at this point I just want to ravage her body, because her body was built to be fucked.
It's funny how much she reminds me of my ex girlfriend she's a total hippy festival chick, and I'm so over that type. I get so annoyed with all the hippy bullshit about "the universe, and energy and vibrations aligning, etc." She's a total festival chick so along with that of course comes the drugs and the riding of the cock carousel. People like that try to act all spiritually inclined and deep, but just below the surface their just as self absorbed and narcissitic or more than most people in society.
So sorry for the long winded break down of basically what hasn't happened for me with this chick, my point was to give you guys an update and say I agree with General Stalin's post. Even though I still get that tingly feeling when I see her, I know that she's not a special snow flake and thoughts of us skipping hand in hand on a tropical beach into the sunset have subsided. Now I know that she's just meant to be a fuck doll whose body I must ravish if I am ever so lucky to have my chance.