So I sent about 50 or 60 different girls on Facebook the same (type of) message: "You're beautiful and I want to ravish you." Also "You're beautiful and I want to ravish you. Let's have sex and never stop." Or some sort of variation of those messages depending on how well I know the girl.
Some of these girls I've met and talked to a couple times. Most of them are girls who I added randomly and accepted my requests. Some of them added me. And one is responding positively, so far. The rest, to be honest, probably won't even reply. They probably think I'm a creep or pervert, but I'm p&p (pervert and proud). So luckily, I don't give a sh**. I figured, things can't be worse than they already are with girls for me, so as may as well go for broke 'til the hoes say no.
So last night the phrase "Losing all hope was freedom", a Fight Club quote that I've mentioned a few times before in some posts, finally struck a chord with me last night in a moment of sleep deprivation-induced clarity. I think I've finally stopped giving a f***.
Tomorrow, I will approach random girls at the mall to get numbers. I have pvssied out on this promise before. But I'm now in that state of mind where absolutely nothing matters.
If all of these endeavors fail, I'll make a POF and OKCupid profile and do the same as I did with facebook to as many girls as possible. Online dating usually fails, but it can't hurt to at least try. If this fails, I will go to a bar or club on the weekend solo, and try to get as many numbers as I can or find some drunk b*tch to take advantage of.
If none of these efforts work out in the end, so be it. At least I will have tried instead of wallowing in self-pity. At this point, I will come back to you guys for advice.
I encourage any other recovering-AFCs out there to do the same. You could die at any moment. Stop whining, and do something. Let yourself fail. Allow yourself to crash and burn in flames. Let the cvnts laugh at you. Either way, what doesn't kill you will make you stronger. It's better to regret something you did than something you didn't do.
Some of these girls I've met and talked to a couple times. Most of them are girls who I added randomly and accepted my requests. Some of them added me. And one is responding positively, so far. The rest, to be honest, probably won't even reply. They probably think I'm a creep or pervert, but I'm p&p (pervert and proud). So luckily, I don't give a sh**. I figured, things can't be worse than they already are with girls for me, so as may as well go for broke 'til the hoes say no.
So last night the phrase "Losing all hope was freedom", a Fight Club quote that I've mentioned a few times before in some posts, finally struck a chord with me last night in a moment of sleep deprivation-induced clarity. I think I've finally stopped giving a f***.
Tomorrow, I will approach random girls at the mall to get numbers. I have pvssied out on this promise before. But I'm now in that state of mind where absolutely nothing matters.
If all of these endeavors fail, I'll make a POF and OKCupid profile and do the same as I did with facebook to as many girls as possible. Online dating usually fails, but it can't hurt to at least try. If this fails, I will go to a bar or club on the weekend solo, and try to get as many numbers as I can or find some drunk b*tch to take advantage of.
If none of these efforts work out in the end, so be it. At least I will have tried instead of wallowing in self-pity. At this point, I will come back to you guys for advice.
I encourage any other recovering-AFCs out there to do the same. You could die at any moment. Stop whining, and do something. Let yourself fail. Allow yourself to crash and burn in flames. Let the cvnts laugh at you. Either way, what doesn't kill you will make you stronger. It's better to regret something you did than something you didn't do.