Im joe; a 17 year old kid who is a complete loser. Real loser. However I have a passion. I want to be the best. Yet I can’t. I can’t get a ****ing girlfriend I want. I’m not like any person, I’m quite selective in what I choose for me. I’m that bad looking. I think. Atleast that’s what people say, that im good looking and some other useless $hit , that doesn’t make sense when it comes to getting girls. Maybe I’ve been lied my whole ****ing life and maybe I was destined to discover in this very moment that I was made for $hit. But no life, you aint gonna get away with it, and I plan to get what I want before I turn 18. It has always been like this. Every year, I plan on achieving the ultimate happiness. On finally getting that girl who gives me butterflies in my stomach. I don’t care about the other girls, even if they like me, for I only want to get what I want. First, I wanted it to be before 15, then 16, then 17, and there has been no success.
The main question of this thread is… Why do I always screw up with girls? Why? At first, before they know the true me, they seem to like me. They watch me, and say… he’s hot. I like him. But what the hell is really happening right here?
At the beginning of the year, it was this girl named “heather” My cousin told me that she liked me. What was more shocking about this, is that I liked her too. Everything went really well at the beginning, we flirted a lot, every time we saw each other we smiled or laughed. She loved to talk to me, and changed her display name a lot, saying stuff such as you’re so mean joe
with those happy faces.
One day I decided to make a move. To try the unknown for me. I decided to go to talk to her, but I felt really nervous. I felt so weak. It wasn’t the same anymore. All of our friends started joking with us, telling us we were a great couple and other things. It was evident I felt uncomfortable, then I proceeded screw it up. Almost everything changed from that day. But well, $hit happens, so I decided to go on with my life.
Now, let me tell you another story which happened a few days ago. ( I posted a thread about it) and I believe this case is not completely ****ed up, but I would need your help to fix it.
<story>
There’s This girl that liked me when i was 12 and she was 11 . I didnt like her though, and she moved when i was 14 (her being 13) and i never saw her again... 3 years later, somehow, she got my e-mail address and we started talking again. She made me put my webcam for her, and she said I was still hot, and a lot better. She was really sweet and nice to me all the time. Then, after a few weeks passed, she decided to invite me to a party in her house. I thought it would be fun, so I decided to go with my 2 bestfriends who are really good with girls by the way.
When i first arrived, she was really happy to see me, and I was completely shocked. I was like WOW. She turned into a really hot girl (HB9). We stayed together all the time talking about what had happened to our lives etc. As time passed I discovered how popular she was.
I had to deal with many guys that tried to hit on her, but thank God I never lost my power.
The worst thing that happened was when I was dancing with her. Some guy came up to us and asked her if she wanted to dance with him. She was like, No, sorry ,I'm already dancing with him(me). Nevertheless, the guy still asked me if he could borrow her for a while! ..wtf? ... that's when my AFC mind told me, dude you dont stand a chance with her anymore, but I didnt let that stop me. I answered with a "haha, NO dude, She's with me already bye"
After a while, things turned better for me, and she looked more interested. We had more fun until i finally had to go.
</end of story>
SURE, everything looks fine here, but what the hell is going on then?
She probably expected a lot more from me. And although I have discovered this doesn’t matter much, I was in my worst state of physical appearance. Right when I need a haircut and all that stuff. And to make it worse I was using one of my “I don’t care clothing” to meet her, because I surely didn’t expect her to be that beautiful. I went to that party just because “I wanted to be nice”. What a surprise life gave to me!!!!
Life: 1
Me: 0
Probably my physical appearance didn’t matter much, as everything started very well (as always) and she looked really interested in me, and kinda nervous too.
When did I screw up?
From what I remember, The moment when I lost all control was when we were dancing. Suddenly she released all her wildness and started dancing like crazy; something im very shy and awful to start with. And I messed up. I proved myself not worthy of her for a few minutes. I realized I had to do something, when my friend started making me faces. She stopped looking at me, and started having fun with her other friends. I didn’t take any action, until the other guys started hitting on her. This is when I knew I had to something. However, I think I was desperate, which was a HUGE mistake. But what could I do?
After I said No to the other guy, things became more easy and I started dancing better, trying to imitate the other guys.
One of my many other mistakes was saying silly things, sometime I become stupid when I’m talking with girls, but oh well, you only realize how awful mistake you did when you have already said it..
I think I had a good time though, since she was always really nice to me and smiling a lot, but I have to say this:
It was really ****ing hard to deal with her, since she was the host of the party. She had to be very aware of everything that was happening.
Well, what’s going on know? You ask.
I waited a whole day to talk to her, and I finally did. One thing I noticed about today was the she wasn’t the one who started then conversation. I had to do it first.
-Secondly, She didn’t try to make a conversation with me. I was the one asking her questions and stuff. She only answered with “yeah, this and thing and this, and this. What about you?”
-Thirdly, Ladies and Gentleman, I think I LOST the battle. After I stopped writing, she stopped writing too. And she’s still there. She’s Probably talking with the other dude who wanted to dance with her, or to the other 20 dudes who are trying to get her.
Me? Well, I’m there, like if I’m talking to somebody else, or who knows? But certainty, I’m not going to be the 21st guy she might want to play with. I mean, it’s me! She used to like me, how could I lose this one?
The main question of this thread is… Why do I always screw up with girls? Why? At first, before they know the true me, they seem to like me. They watch me, and say… he’s hot. I like him. But what the hell is really happening right here?
At the beginning of the year, it was this girl named “heather” My cousin told me that she liked me. What was more shocking about this, is that I liked her too. Everything went really well at the beginning, we flirted a lot, every time we saw each other we smiled or laughed. She loved to talk to me, and changed her display name a lot, saying stuff such as you’re so mean joe
with those happy faces. One day I decided to make a move. To try the unknown for me. I decided to go to talk to her, but I felt really nervous. I felt so weak. It wasn’t the same anymore. All of our friends started joking with us, telling us we were a great couple and other things. It was evident I felt uncomfortable, then I proceeded screw it up. Almost everything changed from that day. But well, $hit happens, so I decided to go on with my life.
Now, let me tell you another story which happened a few days ago. ( I posted a thread about it) and I believe this case is not completely ****ed up, but I would need your help to fix it.
<story>
There’s This girl that liked me when i was 12 and she was 11 . I didnt like her though, and she moved when i was 14 (her being 13) and i never saw her again... 3 years later, somehow, she got my e-mail address and we started talking again. She made me put my webcam for her, and she said I was still hot, and a lot better. She was really sweet and nice to me all the time. Then, after a few weeks passed, she decided to invite me to a party in her house. I thought it would be fun, so I decided to go with my 2 bestfriends who are really good with girls by the way.
When i first arrived, she was really happy to see me, and I was completely shocked. I was like WOW. She turned into a really hot girl (HB9). We stayed together all the time talking about what had happened to our lives etc. As time passed I discovered how popular she was.
I had to deal with many guys that tried to hit on her, but thank God I never lost my power.
The worst thing that happened was when I was dancing with her. Some guy came up to us and asked her if she wanted to dance with him. She was like, No, sorry ,I'm already dancing with him(me). Nevertheless, the guy still asked me if he could borrow her for a while! ..wtf? ... that's when my AFC mind told me, dude you dont stand a chance with her anymore, but I didnt let that stop me. I answered with a "haha, NO dude, She's with me already bye"
After a while, things turned better for me, and she looked more interested. We had more fun until i finally had to go.
</end of story>
SURE, everything looks fine here, but what the hell is going on then?
She probably expected a lot more from me. And although I have discovered this doesn’t matter much, I was in my worst state of physical appearance. Right when I need a haircut and all that stuff. And to make it worse I was using one of my “I don’t care clothing” to meet her, because I surely didn’t expect her to be that beautiful. I went to that party just because “I wanted to be nice”. What a surprise life gave to me!!!!
Life: 1
Me: 0
Probably my physical appearance didn’t matter much, as everything started very well (as always) and she looked really interested in me, and kinda nervous too.
When did I screw up?
From what I remember, The moment when I lost all control was when we were dancing. Suddenly she released all her wildness and started dancing like crazy; something im very shy and awful to start with. And I messed up. I proved myself not worthy of her for a few minutes. I realized I had to do something, when my friend started making me faces. She stopped looking at me, and started having fun with her other friends. I didn’t take any action, until the other guys started hitting on her. This is when I knew I had to something. However, I think I was desperate, which was a HUGE mistake. But what could I do?
After I said No to the other guy, things became more easy and I started dancing better, trying to imitate the other guys.
One of my many other mistakes was saying silly things, sometime I become stupid when I’m talking with girls, but oh well, you only realize how awful mistake you did when you have already said it..
I think I had a good time though, since she was always really nice to me and smiling a lot, but I have to say this:
It was really ****ing hard to deal with her, since she was the host of the party. She had to be very aware of everything that was happening.
Well, what’s going on know? You ask.
I waited a whole day to talk to her, and I finally did. One thing I noticed about today was the she wasn’t the one who started then conversation. I had to do it first.
-Secondly, She didn’t try to make a conversation with me. I was the one asking her questions and stuff. She only answered with “yeah, this and thing and this, and this. What about you?”
-Thirdly, Ladies and Gentleman, I think I LOST the battle. After I stopped writing, she stopped writing too. And she’s still there. She’s Probably talking with the other dude who wanted to dance with her, or to the other 20 dudes who are trying to get her.
Me? Well, I’m there, like if I’m talking to somebody else, or who knows? But certainty, I’m not going to be the 21st guy she might want to play with. I mean, it’s me! She used to like me, how could I lose this one?
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