touma.akagi
Senior Don Juan
I'm in an awkward position right now. I've been lurking these forums on and off for quite a while, before deciding to sign up, trying to figure out how to get successful with girls and women around me. I started browsing in eighth grade and continued through high school. (There even used to be a high school section, what happened?) I would spend hours and hours scrolling through Google search results, trying to find concrete answers to "how to get a girl" "how to get out of the friend zone," or "how to escalate without being creepy." and five years later, I haven't found success. At least, not what a DJ has. But right now I'm in a sort of "limbo" between utter failure and incompetence.
Let me explain what I mean. I think it's safe to assume most of us started at a "nice guy" place, where we went through the happy-path that our mom and dad told us (or we assumed ourselves), and yes, that's where I was too. After a while though, I was trying different things, I read some articles on how to improve. I even bought two books about love in general and pirated another on the friend zone. And really, all of this literature mostly gave just vague, topical ideas and anecdotes that in principle, told what to do, but not how to execute it. In all my searching, I came up with a whole of one social technique relating to handling interactions that has promise. And it’s something to use on a date or outing with a girl, which, though I don’t tell people this IRL, I haven’t had.
I used to be really naïve before I realized that I don’t live in a nice, naive world. I used to respect women a lot more, but thank God I lost a lot of that respect because now I value myself more. That’s how it should’ve been from the beginning. But nope. I began the second half of eighth grade dead set on getting a girlfriend, and I went through so much struggle to do what seemed to be standard attainability for other guys who were my height, liked the same things I did, and even at times, looked less attractive than I did (and still do). In all of my seventh through twelfth grade years, I totaled 0 dates or sexual acts. And eighth grade me was convinced that things would get better, that some girl would come along and actually comply with me instead of building up walls, saying stupid **** that didn’t make sense half the time, or obsessing over a guy who was in a boy band or otherwise didn’t go to our school. Sometimes some stupid guy or girl in my school would tell that girl I was interested or otherwise change her opinion of me, but even when those things didn’t happen, something always seemed to go wrong, and what really bothered me was that I couldn’t always figure out exactly what. I had two girls in 8th grade that both ended up rejecting me, and the second girl might’ve been more open to me had she not had a bad experience with a guy earlier in the year. “It didn’t end well.” She said. Half of the calendar year was over, and I still didn’t have a girlfriend. For the next couple of school years everything seemed to be a cycle involving me asking out the girl , getting turned down, and then she ****ing stared at me in class (that is, if she was in classes with me) even though she said she didn’t want to go out. And thus things went, all the while I got headaches, got in trouble with my mom when she found I was browsing sites like this, and ultimately just grew disgruntled with what seemed to be a rather simple endeavor for the average guy, hell, the ugly guy. I tried to improve! My way of going about things, but no matter how many patches, the end result seemed to be more or less the same. Girls would either say that I’m “a good friend” or “creepy.” And it drove me up the wall!
The last time that I really, really wanted a girl was in my junior (and beginning of Senior) year of high school. It unraveled into a ****ing mess. Now bear in mind that by this time, I was no longer obsessed with the idea of having a girlfriend, yet I wasn’t as sure of myself as I am now – I hadn’t fully “found my voice” yet. Come to think of it, this was about two years ago. I had been talking to the girl and I got her a birthday gift, after which she got me a little something for Christmas in return. And it felt great! I sincerely thought for once things would actually play out the way they were supposed to. A few weeks after school started up again, though, that girl who had actually respected me a whole ton, told me that “you and I will never be more than friends.” And we weren’t close friends, which was my preventative choice not to get close. I went home and I cried, and it felt horrible because it’s what someone else told me that I would do several weeks ago. I realized that she had a best friend who hated me, so I tried writing up a letter to convince her that said friend’s opinions were bull****. She wrote back saying that “I don’t want to date in high school because there’s no point.” We made up and we still had conversations, but after a while she seemed to hate having me around. I tried texting her at multiple times during the summer, but she didn’t respond until August, when she said in a text “I don’t like you and I want you to leave me alone.” I still texted because if she was gonna act that way, she would pay for it. And pay she did, because when the next school year began and she stared at me in class, and then when I looked at her she accused me of staring at her. I got fed up with it one day and told her that I gave her plenty of a chance to be comfortable with me, and if she was going to stare at me and blame me for it, then she should go do it privately somewhere else. I told her to never talk to me again and I also said “Don’t ever touch me again,” a line which she used on me weeks earlier.
Ever since then, I haven’t really liked a girl as much as I liked her. The experience left a bad taste in my metaphorical mouth, and beyond it, I liked some girls and they went on to say bad things about me, but I just didn’t give a ****, to be honest. I graduated high school single and having never had a woman I could call my own.
And lately, I’ve just been having second thoughts about all this. The fact of the matter is, that I want to have a family someday, and although I value myself and am at a point where I can just dismiss the opinons/blatherings of women who won’t have an adult conversation with me anyway, and not dwell on it like I did in early high school. Women are petty! Gone are the days when I was walking happy path, thinking that things would just improve by themselves. Gone are the days when I was affected by people of all ages criticizing my body and weight (which, by the way, I am healthy and look great now, and really, I have since sophomore and junior year. I love my body and I look great. ) BUT, there’s still a part of me that is noticing now that “this is nice, but….” I still can’t seem to get the success that I want with women. If anything, it seems like I’ve swung to a strange, opposite corner that no website or forum on attraction seems to ever talk about: I love myself and respect myself plenty, am no longer a nice guy, no longer get walked all over/used, but still get no results. And let me tell you, it’s usually better for me, if not at times a lot happier than the former situation! This is what I meant by Limbo earlier. I’ve escaped the depths of “hell,” but can’t seem to reach “paradise.”
So let me reiterate: the lump sum of the advice I have found on the internet (and yes, this includes the “DJ Bible,”)gives vague, conceptual ideas on what to do, with little or no information on how to do it. On the other hand, information about having sex seems plentiful and detailed on the internet. But that isn’t going to help me at all. All the information in the world about how to take care of your car is worthless if you can’t afford one, and all the information in the world about sex is worthless if every woman refuses to just comply, to just accept and have an outing with me. In addition, the corollary to this is that multiple different men and women keep saying all sorts of different things. Some claim being a nice guy actually worked for them, while the majority just don’t. Some men say that you should be the best man you can be, other men say that if you are, then women don’t want that because it’s too similar to a boyfriend. And one other man who runs a site on women introduces weird things like “the boyfriend dilemma” or “auto-rejection” that happen in a woman’s mind. My point is, what works for one man doesn’t always seem to work for another.
Let me explain what I mean. I think it's safe to assume most of us started at a "nice guy" place, where we went through the happy-path that our mom and dad told us (or we assumed ourselves), and yes, that's where I was too. After a while though, I was trying different things, I read some articles on how to improve. I even bought two books about love in general and pirated another on the friend zone. And really, all of this literature mostly gave just vague, topical ideas and anecdotes that in principle, told what to do, but not how to execute it. In all my searching, I came up with a whole of one social technique relating to handling interactions that has promise. And it’s something to use on a date or outing with a girl, which, though I don’t tell people this IRL, I haven’t had.
I used to be really naïve before I realized that I don’t live in a nice, naive world. I used to respect women a lot more, but thank God I lost a lot of that respect because now I value myself more. That’s how it should’ve been from the beginning. But nope. I began the second half of eighth grade dead set on getting a girlfriend, and I went through so much struggle to do what seemed to be standard attainability for other guys who were my height, liked the same things I did, and even at times, looked less attractive than I did (and still do). In all of my seventh through twelfth grade years, I totaled 0 dates or sexual acts. And eighth grade me was convinced that things would get better, that some girl would come along and actually comply with me instead of building up walls, saying stupid **** that didn’t make sense half the time, or obsessing over a guy who was in a boy band or otherwise didn’t go to our school. Sometimes some stupid guy or girl in my school would tell that girl I was interested or otherwise change her opinion of me, but even when those things didn’t happen, something always seemed to go wrong, and what really bothered me was that I couldn’t always figure out exactly what. I had two girls in 8th grade that both ended up rejecting me, and the second girl might’ve been more open to me had she not had a bad experience with a guy earlier in the year. “It didn’t end well.” She said. Half of the calendar year was over, and I still didn’t have a girlfriend. For the next couple of school years everything seemed to be a cycle involving me asking out the girl , getting turned down, and then she ****ing stared at me in class (that is, if she was in classes with me) even though she said she didn’t want to go out. And thus things went, all the while I got headaches, got in trouble with my mom when she found I was browsing sites like this, and ultimately just grew disgruntled with what seemed to be a rather simple endeavor for the average guy, hell, the ugly guy. I tried to improve! My way of going about things, but no matter how many patches, the end result seemed to be more or less the same. Girls would either say that I’m “a good friend” or “creepy.” And it drove me up the wall!
The last time that I really, really wanted a girl was in my junior (and beginning of Senior) year of high school. It unraveled into a ****ing mess. Now bear in mind that by this time, I was no longer obsessed with the idea of having a girlfriend, yet I wasn’t as sure of myself as I am now – I hadn’t fully “found my voice” yet. Come to think of it, this was about two years ago. I had been talking to the girl and I got her a birthday gift, after which she got me a little something for Christmas in return. And it felt great! I sincerely thought for once things would actually play out the way they were supposed to. A few weeks after school started up again, though, that girl who had actually respected me a whole ton, told me that “you and I will never be more than friends.” And we weren’t close friends, which was my preventative choice not to get close. I went home and I cried, and it felt horrible because it’s what someone else told me that I would do several weeks ago. I realized that she had a best friend who hated me, so I tried writing up a letter to convince her that said friend’s opinions were bull****. She wrote back saying that “I don’t want to date in high school because there’s no point.” We made up and we still had conversations, but after a while she seemed to hate having me around. I tried texting her at multiple times during the summer, but she didn’t respond until August, when she said in a text “I don’t like you and I want you to leave me alone.” I still texted because if she was gonna act that way, she would pay for it. And pay she did, because when the next school year began and she stared at me in class, and then when I looked at her she accused me of staring at her. I got fed up with it one day and told her that I gave her plenty of a chance to be comfortable with me, and if she was going to stare at me and blame me for it, then she should go do it privately somewhere else. I told her to never talk to me again and I also said “Don’t ever touch me again,” a line which she used on me weeks earlier.
Ever since then, I haven’t really liked a girl as much as I liked her. The experience left a bad taste in my metaphorical mouth, and beyond it, I liked some girls and they went on to say bad things about me, but I just didn’t give a ****, to be honest. I graduated high school single and having never had a woman I could call my own.
And lately, I’ve just been having second thoughts about all this. The fact of the matter is, that I want to have a family someday, and although I value myself and am at a point where I can just dismiss the opinons/blatherings of women who won’t have an adult conversation with me anyway, and not dwell on it like I did in early high school. Women are petty! Gone are the days when I was walking happy path, thinking that things would just improve by themselves. Gone are the days when I was affected by people of all ages criticizing my body and weight (which, by the way, I am healthy and look great now, and really, I have since sophomore and junior year. I love my body and I look great. ) BUT, there’s still a part of me that is noticing now that “this is nice, but….” I still can’t seem to get the success that I want with women. If anything, it seems like I’ve swung to a strange, opposite corner that no website or forum on attraction seems to ever talk about: I love myself and respect myself plenty, am no longer a nice guy, no longer get walked all over/used, but still get no results. And let me tell you, it’s usually better for me, if not at times a lot happier than the former situation! This is what I meant by Limbo earlier. I’ve escaped the depths of “hell,” but can’t seem to reach “paradise.”
So let me reiterate: the lump sum of the advice I have found on the internet (and yes, this includes the “DJ Bible,”)gives vague, conceptual ideas on what to do, with little or no information on how to do it. On the other hand, information about having sex seems plentiful and detailed on the internet. But that isn’t going to help me at all. All the information in the world about how to take care of your car is worthless if you can’t afford one, and all the information in the world about sex is worthless if every woman refuses to just comply, to just accept and have an outing with me. In addition, the corollary to this is that multiple different men and women keep saying all sorts of different things. Some claim being a nice guy actually worked for them, while the majority just don’t. Some men say that you should be the best man you can be, other men say that if you are, then women don’t want that because it’s too similar to a boyfriend. And one other man who runs a site on women introduces weird things like “the boyfriend dilemma” or “auto-rejection” that happen in a woman’s mind. My point is, what works for one man doesn’t always seem to work for another.