Quote: (02-12-2019 12:20 PM)Thot____Patroller Wrote:
I'm looking for some advice.
I feel that my whole life my nose has held me back from doing any game. I can't approach any girls because I think they are all laughing at me behind my back. I also don't bother with any eye contact because I feel people are just staring at my nose.
I don't find it hard to talk to girls, but many of them (from their own admission) have a problem with it and wouldn't date me, as do I...
It's gotten to a point where I'm very depressed because of it, I'd be a 6 if it was normal, but with it, I can barely get 2's if I'm lucky. I just feel that I'm wasting time and will never find a girl I find attractive because of it, and my prime years are going to waste. I'm 24. I've been too much of a pussy to tell my family about it because I know they'd never let me do it.
I just feel that I'm missing out on life so much because of it being such a huge insecurity.
Many women find Adrian Brody masculine and handsome and that guy has a nose like a mushroom cloud. You are your own worst critic. Every guy has one physical feature they think everyone else notices and sets them back somehow. For me it's body hair. I am the hairiest motherfucker on the planet. It grows everywhere. I had leg hair in the fourth grade. If I don't shave my neck, there is a solid column of hair growing from the tops of my feet to my mustache.
My nickname in Junior High School was Sasquatch.
For years I struggled with self-confidence issues because of my body hair. Tried shaving it. Trimming it. Never waxed because I thought it was gay. But I considered it. Then one day I said fuck it and let it just all grow. I decided why not try the James Bond chest? At that point in my life I was mostly banging chicks with parking garage vaginas or chainsaw teeth, and fatties. How could my situation worsen? I was tired of feeling like a little bitch every time I focused on my appearance to the point I was standing with one leg over the bathroom sink trying to drag a razor up to my taint. That shit is emasculating.
You know what happened? By that simple choice of defiance, that I was going to stop caring what people thought of my appearance and embrace the Sasquatch... my results with women instantly improved. Simply by changing my attitude about myself and a perceive physical flaw. Once my glorious full-body Man Rug had grown to its full power again, I started wearing the top buttons on my shirt open as often as I could. I began getting looks. Not from every woman, mind you. About 1 in 10. But the ones who looked,
really looked.
Took down a few more buttons. Started approaching girls who gave me the Sasquatch Hunter eyes. Started posting my shirtless photos on dating apps with the wild growth showing. Worked how hairy I am into my tinder routine. What's a beautiful young girl like you doing matching with hairy old guys on Tinder? And the response I got more often than not: maybe I like hairy old guys.
It not only massively improved my results with women, but my general mental well-being, when I stopped caring about something I perceived as a physical flaw. The truth is that every woman out there likes a different type of man and there ARE women out there, hot ones, who will see your huge Shnozz of the Gods and think, Damn, I want that massive man nose to tickle my pubes.
Even if something is a physical flaw, remember the words of Tyrion Lannister:
"Never forget what you are, for the world will not. Armor yourself in it, and it can never be used to hurt you."
Now go forth and pound vajeen, my brother.