I found out about this whole manosphere community and Roosh from a comment on the WallStreetPlayboys blog. I've always been fine in social situations, but I always get bored of people quickly and prefer my own company. I moved around different countries my whole life (21 y/o, now living in Chicago), which probably contributed to that.
For the past 3 years or so, since I've been living in Chicago, I've pretty much been a recluse. I trade currencies and stocks pretty much all day. I spend my time researching finance and econ, reading a lot, watching movies, running, working out, cooking, making beats, whatever...
I've only had one girlfriend, which lasted 6 months and I got bored of it. That was when I was 16, I think. I've had sex with probably like 15 girls, but they always initiated and did all of the work. So I'm trying to become better at picking up girls because that's an untapped, I guess, area in my life right now.
So anyway, you're welcome for the fucking monologue.
I decided to go to this show the other night. Met this cute chick there. I was sitting on a bench drinking some nasty flavored malt liquor shit before going in and bullshitting with two couples in their 20s sitting by me. This girl in painted-on pleather pants walks by and I yell out some shit like, 'Damn, how did you fit into those?' Just because I was in a fucking around type of mood.
She keeps walking and I yelled something like, 'You KNOW I was talking to you.' She half-turns, looks at me, smiles, and keeps walking. I forgot what happened during parts of the encounter because this was not my first disgusting coconut-flavored malt liquor beverage. But she somehow ends up sitting on the bench next to mine and we started talking. She was waiting for her friends or something.
So anyway, I finished my drink and gave her my phone to put her number in. I told her I'd call her inside to met up and went to stand in line. I got drunker inside and met other people and shit and forgot to call her. So I texted her this morning. I'm at an impasse, which is why I made this thread.
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-Me(10:53am): Did u ever get in?
-Her(11:09am): Naa fucking security was Being an asshole :/ hbu
*Aside: I feel like a tool typing those gay little smileys.
**Aside: She's 20 and you need to be 21 to get in. She had her friend's ID or some shit.
-Me(11:43am): Told u. Didn't miss much. Just drake
*Aside: I had told her that her ID was shit.
**Aside: It wasn't a Drake show.
-Her(12:07am): Lmao! Omg I love Kendrick doe! :/
*Aside: It was indeed a Kendrick and a few other Chicago rappers show.
**Aside: She didn't say things like "doe" in real life. Cute and relatively smart girl. Wants to be a nurse or some shit. I don't fucking know.
-Me(1:05pm): Ever since u heard drank on kiss fm
-Her(2:12pm): Lmao!! Omg not even hahah
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Okay, so my goal here is to sleep with her obviously. She was pretty fun to talk to, so maybe date.
What course of action or general guidance would you guys recommend?
Thanks a lot,
For the past 3 years or so, since I've been living in Chicago, I've pretty much been a recluse. I trade currencies and stocks pretty much all day. I spend my time researching finance and econ, reading a lot, watching movies, running, working out, cooking, making beats, whatever...
I've only had one girlfriend, which lasted 6 months and I got bored of it. That was when I was 16, I think. I've had sex with probably like 15 girls, but they always initiated and did all of the work. So I'm trying to become better at picking up girls because that's an untapped, I guess, area in my life right now.
So anyway, you're welcome for the fucking monologue.
I decided to go to this show the other night. Met this cute chick there. I was sitting on a bench drinking some nasty flavored malt liquor shit before going in and bullshitting with two couples in their 20s sitting by me. This girl in painted-on pleather pants walks by and I yell out some shit like, 'Damn, how did you fit into those?' Just because I was in a fucking around type of mood.
She keeps walking and I yelled something like, 'You KNOW I was talking to you.' She half-turns, looks at me, smiles, and keeps walking. I forgot what happened during parts of the encounter because this was not my first disgusting coconut-flavored malt liquor beverage. But she somehow ends up sitting on the bench next to mine and we started talking. She was waiting for her friends or something.
So anyway, I finished my drink and gave her my phone to put her number in. I told her I'd call her inside to met up and went to stand in line. I got drunker inside and met other people and shit and forgot to call her. So I texted her this morning. I'm at an impasse, which is why I made this thread.
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-Me(10:53am): Did u ever get in?
-Her(11:09am): Naa fucking security was Being an asshole :/ hbu
*Aside: I feel like a tool typing those gay little smileys.
**Aside: She's 20 and you need to be 21 to get in. She had her friend's ID or some shit.
-Me(11:43am): Told u. Didn't miss much. Just drake
*Aside: I had told her that her ID was shit.
**Aside: It wasn't a Drake show.
-Her(12:07am): Lmao! Omg I love Kendrick doe! :/
*Aside: It was indeed a Kendrick and a few other Chicago rappers show.
**Aside: She didn't say things like "doe" in real life. Cute and relatively smart girl. Wants to be a nurse or some shit. I don't fucking know.
-Me(1:05pm): Ever since u heard drank on kiss fm
-Her(2:12pm): Lmao!! Omg not even hahah
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Okay, so my goal here is to sleep with her obviously. She was pretty fun to talk to, so maybe date.
What course of action or general guidance would you guys recommend?
Thanks a lot,