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Hi,
Long time reader/lurker, first time poster. The reason for that is because, until now, I had nothing to contribute. I discovered Roosh about three years ago and have been studying ever since, but only recently have I begun to actually use game due to a combination of reasons both within and out of my control that lead me to being where I am.
I'm 28, going on 29, and spent most of my 20's on a self imposed exile from society and girls. It's not that I am ugly or anything. Growing up I always had girls interested in me. My first girlfriend, who was also my first kiss, made herself such when we were eight. In middle school they all liked me, and in highschool I was never single. I just didn't have much game, and that caused me to mess up and blow it, a lot. Then at eighteen I went through a really bad breakup which caused me to go overboard on focusing on myself/working, and then, after a couple of years, I got into an accident which thankfully only caused disfiguration in the form of me breaking and losing almost half of my teeth including three in the front. It could have been so much worse. Still, losing the teeth caused a major blow to my esteem, enough of one to cause me to just give up with even trying to talk to girls. So I sunk into a depression and started drinking heavily, daily. I partied hard. Had a better time than most. Got wasted, and wasted so much. I was in my mid twenties, sixty pounds overweight, a self loathing hard core daily drinker, and, still a virgin. And I was sick of it. But nothing was changing, yet.
Shortly after turning twenty six, I no longer remember what I was searching for, but I was googling and somehow discovered Roosh. I want to say that it all changed for me right then and there. That I absorbed everything on the spot and woke up the next day a new man. A better man. We'd all know I was lying, though, and besides, a liar I am not, so there is no point. So instead I will tell the truth: It took a lot of time after that to even begin implementing the changes I needed to make. But slowly yet surely, implement them I did.
First was the weight. I stopped drinking beer every night and started eating better, and within six months I completely dropped all the extra pounds that I was carrying. Then I got a different job. At this one I was forced to interact with the general public, both over the phone and face to face, which killed my social anxiety totally and taught me how to have conversations. While at said job I naturally had to interact with a lot of women, including hot, young coworkers. I was still nowhere near ready to actually do anything serious as I still had a destroyed mouth, and know well the rule about not shitting where you work, but used the opportunity to practice some game nonetheless. There was in particular this one girl. Eighteen and a solid nine. The type that easily gets most guys wrapped around her finger, and such is exactly what she tried. With our older manager she was successful. With me she was not. She saw me heading out on my break one day, and asked that I run to the store and bring her back some kind of frappe crap. I looked right at her and said "Go yourself on your break when I get back. I'm not a delivery boy". Another time she saw me eating and asked for some money so she could get something. I replied "Ask (the manager she always gets to buy her stuff) I'm not an atm". I'd also disqualified her boyfriend when she'd try bringing him up, and even negged her a few times. And after that, suddenly she was talking to me more, expressing interest to hang out, and I got the number with ease. Didn't even have to ask.
Shortly after I got sick, was hospitalized, twice, and, needed surgery, which subsequently caused me to be out of work for two thirds of last summer, and that was the final straw. I almost died and was grateful I didn't, so was done being miserable. It was time to take control and make my life go the way I want it to. So during the recovery from surgery I went out every day and just enjoyed life. I made some new friends and became leader of the squad shortly after. We talk, hang out, play cards, go hiking, mudding, and a bunch of other fun stuff, including gaming girls. I'm in the process of getting new teeth and have absolutely no fear of approaching and talking to anyone, girls included. Recently, despite it being a Sunday in January, it was sixty degrees out, so I gathered the boys and we headed to a large park. There were girls everywhere and I approached nearly every one of them. I have an opener that always elicits one of three possible responses, two of which lead to conversation while the third leads to them just ignoring me, but such is rare. So it's good. I won't state here what I say, however.
Anyway, I am beginning to digress. It has been just seven months now since getting sick and almost dying, and I am a completely different person. Fitness and activity are my passion, rather than drinking and self loathing. And being social is easy. And so is approaching and talking to girls. Game, too, is easy. And I did it, recently. I closed. Then, I sealed the deal. That's right, fellas, I got my first notch. And after I did I realized that all this time I was worried about what ultimately amounted to nothing. I used to fear being rejected because of my teeth. She had no idea what condition they are in. I've mastered being able to hide them while talking, and they're finally in the process of getting fixed anyway. And I used to think that my first would know that I was a virgin, that my performance would make it glaringly obvious. But I was totally wrong. To the contrary, I broke her, lol. And now I want more. I can't wait for this spring/summer.
In short:
When life hands you lemons, get off your ass and acquire sugar, so you can make lemonade. It isn't going to sweeten or make itself.
Cheers,
Duke
Hi,
Long time reader/lurker, first time poster. The reason for that is because, until now, I had nothing to contribute. I discovered Roosh about three years ago and have been studying ever since, but only recently have I begun to actually use game due to a combination of reasons both within and out of my control that lead me to being where I am.
I'm 28, going on 29, and spent most of my 20's on a self imposed exile from society and girls. It's not that I am ugly or anything. Growing up I always had girls interested in me. My first girlfriend, who was also my first kiss, made herself such when we were eight. In middle school they all liked me, and in highschool I was never single. I just didn't have much game, and that caused me to mess up and blow it, a lot. Then at eighteen I went through a really bad breakup which caused me to go overboard on focusing on myself/working, and then, after a couple of years, I got into an accident which thankfully only caused disfiguration in the form of me breaking and losing almost half of my teeth including three in the front. It could have been so much worse. Still, losing the teeth caused a major blow to my esteem, enough of one to cause me to just give up with even trying to talk to girls. So I sunk into a depression and started drinking heavily, daily. I partied hard. Had a better time than most. Got wasted, and wasted so much. I was in my mid twenties, sixty pounds overweight, a self loathing hard core daily drinker, and, still a virgin. And I was sick of it. But nothing was changing, yet.
Shortly after turning twenty six, I no longer remember what I was searching for, but I was googling and somehow discovered Roosh. I want to say that it all changed for me right then and there. That I absorbed everything on the spot and woke up the next day a new man. A better man. We'd all know I was lying, though, and besides, a liar I am not, so there is no point. So instead I will tell the truth: It took a lot of time after that to even begin implementing the changes I needed to make. But slowly yet surely, implement them I did.
First was the weight. I stopped drinking beer every night and started eating better, and within six months I completely dropped all the extra pounds that I was carrying. Then I got a different job. At this one I was forced to interact with the general public, both over the phone and face to face, which killed my social anxiety totally and taught me how to have conversations. While at said job I naturally had to interact with a lot of women, including hot, young coworkers. I was still nowhere near ready to actually do anything serious as I still had a destroyed mouth, and know well the rule about not shitting where you work, but used the opportunity to practice some game nonetheless. There was in particular this one girl. Eighteen and a solid nine. The type that easily gets most guys wrapped around her finger, and such is exactly what she tried. With our older manager she was successful. With me she was not. She saw me heading out on my break one day, and asked that I run to the store and bring her back some kind of frappe crap. I looked right at her and said "Go yourself on your break when I get back. I'm not a delivery boy". Another time she saw me eating and asked for some money so she could get something. I replied "Ask (the manager she always gets to buy her stuff) I'm not an atm". I'd also disqualified her boyfriend when she'd try bringing him up, and even negged her a few times. And after that, suddenly she was talking to me more, expressing interest to hang out, and I got the number with ease. Didn't even have to ask.
Shortly after I got sick, was hospitalized, twice, and, needed surgery, which subsequently caused me to be out of work for two thirds of last summer, and that was the final straw. I almost died and was grateful I didn't, so was done being miserable. It was time to take control and make my life go the way I want it to. So during the recovery from surgery I went out every day and just enjoyed life. I made some new friends and became leader of the squad shortly after. We talk, hang out, play cards, go hiking, mudding, and a bunch of other fun stuff, including gaming girls. I'm in the process of getting new teeth and have absolutely no fear of approaching and talking to anyone, girls included. Recently, despite it being a Sunday in January, it was sixty degrees out, so I gathered the boys and we headed to a large park. There were girls everywhere and I approached nearly every one of them. I have an opener that always elicits one of three possible responses, two of which lead to conversation while the third leads to them just ignoring me, but such is rare. So it's good. I won't state here what I say, however.
Anyway, I am beginning to digress. It has been just seven months now since getting sick and almost dying, and I am a completely different person. Fitness and activity are my passion, rather than drinking and self loathing. And being social is easy. And so is approaching and talking to girls. Game, too, is easy. And I did it, recently. I closed. Then, I sealed the deal. That's right, fellas, I got my first notch. And after I did I realized that all this time I was worried about what ultimately amounted to nothing. I used to fear being rejected because of my teeth. She had no idea what condition they are in. I've mastered being able to hide them while talking, and they're finally in the process of getting fixed anyway. And I used to think that my first would know that I was a virgin, that my performance would make it glaringly obvious. But I was totally wrong. To the contrary, I broke her, lol. And now I want more. I can't wait for this spring/summer.
In short:
When life hands you lemons, get off your ass and acquire sugar, so you can make lemonade. It isn't going to sweeten or make itself.
Cheers,
Duke
