Hey guys,
Hoping to take advantage of the brilliant minds here. I need some advice on how to get a girl-
WAIT. Before you write "if you're asking how to get her, you've already lost her," hear me out. I know that already, but my situation is, shall we say, unusual. It is because of my unusual situation that I seek the advice of the experts here. Perhaps there is no hope for me, but we'll see. (FYI, this is going to be a VERY long post.)
I am a college freshman at an Ivy League school, a 6' 4" greater beta who is considered by most to be attractive, humorous, and generally "interesting" and charismatic. Sounds good, right? The elephant in the room is that I have never had a relationship with any girl, EVER, because of 18 years of ADHD, untreated dysthymia, anxiety disorder, and OCD, all of which were compounded by severe verbal abuse and emotional neglect by my parents. Yeah, real sad, I know. I've been seeing a therapist and taking medication since the beginning of the school year. Not long after this, I was introduced to Game and have been following it since.
Why did I tell you guys about this? Not so you'd feel sorry - I don't need your sympathy, just your help. Because of my "issues," I was never able to take advantage of the bevy of female opportunities that in some cases literally sat down in my lap, and possess little knowledge about intuitive social interactions other than what I've learned from game and watching others interact. This is not to say I am an asocial, virginal aspie - thanks to my parents, I am an extremely talented liar and mimic, and have reinvented myself to the degree where no one at college knows I used to be a depressed, friendless loser. The key problem is, although I appear to all to be very experienced and socially savvy, I actually lack any real experience taking action with women - the only time I've ever gotten laid was at a party where the girl was very drunk and literally dragged me into the bedroom with her. So when you reply, don't assume that I know something that comes naturally to neurotypicals. That is why I wrote about this. Now, to the point.
There's this girl that I like - she's black, I'm white, but that's not a problem. She is very curvy (NOT FAT,) which I know some of you guys don't like, but I love my T & A. By your standards, she's probably a 6.5 whereas I am a 7. She is unusually pleasant, warm, and friendly - good LTR material, with a pretty face and nice hair. She is a very talented dancer, being a member of one of the best hip-hop dance groups on campus. Ironically, she is the roommate of my roommate's girlfriend, who thinks I am the funniest guy alive. (Translation: Her friends think I'm great and won't try to cockblock, and may even help out.) For the purposes of this post, I will call this black girl Brown Sugar, since you guys love to nickname girls.
I met Brown Sugar at a SuperBowl party, during which I noticed her and her friend eyeing me. Being extremely ill, I did not strike up a conversation as I should have. I did not know who she was at the time, but asked around and found out from my roommate's girlfriend, to whom I conveyed that I was interested in getting to know her better (exact phrasing.) She became very excited and encouraged me in said venture, and told me that they would be attending a dance party the following night and that I should come. From this, I know that Brown Sugar knows that I have some degree of interest in her, as women always talk to one another about these things.
I went to the dance party, which I'm not sure was the best idea, seeing as I'm a poor dancer and there were many, much more talented dancers than I there. Brown Sugar greeted me warmly, giving my abs a squeeze, and then we did some grindlng for a little bit. However, I can't even do that properly, and after a few minutes she wandered off, and I was forced to watch as one by one all the other people I came with partnered off and disappeared into the night. Feeling depressed, I eventually left. The next day, I attempted to at least save face by contacting the friend via Facebook chat and apologizing for my "strange behavior while being extremely drunk." I was stone-cold sober, as I can't drink because of my medication, but she didn't know that and bought the ruse hook, line, and sinker, assuring me that both she and Brown Sugar thought I had been "a lot of fun." (This apologizing is very out-of-character for me from her perspective, as she knows me as a hilarious, unpredictable, unrepentant "asshole," (said with a smile and a laugh) so it may even have counted as vulnerability game.) The next day, Brown Sugar sent me a friend request on Facebook, which I reluctantly accepted as although my profile doesn't flatter me much, I had no other way of contacting her.
I Facebook chatted with Brown Sugar twice, showing off my wit and intelligence, parrying shit tests left and right, but didn't seem to get much of anywhere. She was friendly but eventually ended the conversation both times, leaving me somewhat discouraged, as you're supposed to get the woman to "chase" you. Then, I unexpectedly ran into Brown Sugar, my roommate's girlfriend, and the friend from the Super Bowl party at the dining hall. I took advantage of the opportunity to display my wit and charm in person, and soon had the rapt attention of all three girls, while being amused yet aloof. During this, the friend from the Super Bowl party displayed several minor IOIs (hair twirling, shifting legs) while Brown Sugar, who I was seated next to, touched my shoulder several times and allowed her legs to press against mine beneath the table for the duration of the meal, which if I'm not mistaken is a major IOI. They had to leave early to attend dance group practice, and they all apologized for leaving, Brown Sugar saying "goodbye" in that way a woman does when you have some significance to her. That was 5 days ago - I'm on Spring Break now.
At this point, you're probably all going "You stupid piece of shit. Do X and Y and she's yours." But I don't have this intuition, guys, and I honestly don't know where to go from here. So my question to you all is: how do I get from where I am now to pounding that juicy ass while she screams my name? I would also like to have an actual relationship with her, if possible. Remember though, here are the caveats: I can't drink, and don't do well in bars or clubs where dancing is involved - my strength is definitely day game. I have no way of contacting her save Facebook, and we both have very busy schedules, being at an Ivy league school. So tell me, gentlemen, pimps, and players: now what? If you can solve my dilemma, you are a Casanova beyond all comparison.
Hoping to take advantage of the brilliant minds here. I need some advice on how to get a girl-
WAIT. Before you write "if you're asking how to get her, you've already lost her," hear me out. I know that already, but my situation is, shall we say, unusual. It is because of my unusual situation that I seek the advice of the experts here. Perhaps there is no hope for me, but we'll see. (FYI, this is going to be a VERY long post.)
I am a college freshman at an Ivy League school, a 6' 4" greater beta who is considered by most to be attractive, humorous, and generally "interesting" and charismatic. Sounds good, right? The elephant in the room is that I have never had a relationship with any girl, EVER, because of 18 years of ADHD, untreated dysthymia, anxiety disorder, and OCD, all of which were compounded by severe verbal abuse and emotional neglect by my parents. Yeah, real sad, I know. I've been seeing a therapist and taking medication since the beginning of the school year. Not long after this, I was introduced to Game and have been following it since.
Why did I tell you guys about this? Not so you'd feel sorry - I don't need your sympathy, just your help. Because of my "issues," I was never able to take advantage of the bevy of female opportunities that in some cases literally sat down in my lap, and possess little knowledge about intuitive social interactions other than what I've learned from game and watching others interact. This is not to say I am an asocial, virginal aspie - thanks to my parents, I am an extremely talented liar and mimic, and have reinvented myself to the degree where no one at college knows I used to be a depressed, friendless loser. The key problem is, although I appear to all to be very experienced and socially savvy, I actually lack any real experience taking action with women - the only time I've ever gotten laid was at a party where the girl was very drunk and literally dragged me into the bedroom with her. So when you reply, don't assume that I know something that comes naturally to neurotypicals. That is why I wrote about this. Now, to the point.
There's this girl that I like - she's black, I'm white, but that's not a problem. She is very curvy (NOT FAT,) which I know some of you guys don't like, but I love my T & A. By your standards, she's probably a 6.5 whereas I am a 7. She is unusually pleasant, warm, and friendly - good LTR material, with a pretty face and nice hair. She is a very talented dancer, being a member of one of the best hip-hop dance groups on campus. Ironically, she is the roommate of my roommate's girlfriend, who thinks I am the funniest guy alive. (Translation: Her friends think I'm great and won't try to cockblock, and may even help out.) For the purposes of this post, I will call this black girl Brown Sugar, since you guys love to nickname girls.
I met Brown Sugar at a SuperBowl party, during which I noticed her and her friend eyeing me. Being extremely ill, I did not strike up a conversation as I should have. I did not know who she was at the time, but asked around and found out from my roommate's girlfriend, to whom I conveyed that I was interested in getting to know her better (exact phrasing.) She became very excited and encouraged me in said venture, and told me that they would be attending a dance party the following night and that I should come. From this, I know that Brown Sugar knows that I have some degree of interest in her, as women always talk to one another about these things.
I went to the dance party, which I'm not sure was the best idea, seeing as I'm a poor dancer and there were many, much more talented dancers than I there. Brown Sugar greeted me warmly, giving my abs a squeeze, and then we did some grindlng for a little bit. However, I can't even do that properly, and after a few minutes she wandered off, and I was forced to watch as one by one all the other people I came with partnered off and disappeared into the night. Feeling depressed, I eventually left. The next day, I attempted to at least save face by contacting the friend via Facebook chat and apologizing for my "strange behavior while being extremely drunk." I was stone-cold sober, as I can't drink because of my medication, but she didn't know that and bought the ruse hook, line, and sinker, assuring me that both she and Brown Sugar thought I had been "a lot of fun." (This apologizing is very out-of-character for me from her perspective, as she knows me as a hilarious, unpredictable, unrepentant "asshole," (said with a smile and a laugh) so it may even have counted as vulnerability game.) The next day, Brown Sugar sent me a friend request on Facebook, which I reluctantly accepted as although my profile doesn't flatter me much, I had no other way of contacting her.
I Facebook chatted with Brown Sugar twice, showing off my wit and intelligence, parrying shit tests left and right, but didn't seem to get much of anywhere. She was friendly but eventually ended the conversation both times, leaving me somewhat discouraged, as you're supposed to get the woman to "chase" you. Then, I unexpectedly ran into Brown Sugar, my roommate's girlfriend, and the friend from the Super Bowl party at the dining hall. I took advantage of the opportunity to display my wit and charm in person, and soon had the rapt attention of all three girls, while being amused yet aloof. During this, the friend from the Super Bowl party displayed several minor IOIs (hair twirling, shifting legs) while Brown Sugar, who I was seated next to, touched my shoulder several times and allowed her legs to press against mine beneath the table for the duration of the meal, which if I'm not mistaken is a major IOI. They had to leave early to attend dance group practice, and they all apologized for leaving, Brown Sugar saying "goodbye" in that way a woman does when you have some significance to her. That was 5 days ago - I'm on Spring Break now.
At this point, you're probably all going "You stupid piece of shit. Do X and Y and she's yours." But I don't have this intuition, guys, and I honestly don't know where to go from here. So my question to you all is: how do I get from where I am now to pounding that juicy ass while she screams my name? I would also like to have an actual relationship with her, if possible. Remember though, here are the caveats: I can't drink, and don't do well in bars or clubs where dancing is involved - my strength is definitely day game. I have no way of contacting her save Facebook, and we both have very busy schedules, being at an Ivy league school. So tell me, gentlemen, pimps, and players: now what? If you can solve my dilemma, you are a Casanova beyond all comparison.