The_last_Gunslinger
Don Juan
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...that he's beginning to drive away his male friends. Its beyond AFC at this point, and truly sad for him.
I've known this guy for close to 8 years, he never really had a girlfriend and when he did manage to hook-up with a semi attractive nutcase he pulled all the classic AFC tricks day after day until finally that wreck of a woman dumped him. It's worse when damaged goods dump you because your just so damn AFC.
So the last 8 years have basically been him giving up incrementally. He has surrounded himself in his apartment with everything that makes him comfortable. He invites friends over often but rarely goes out. He is the master of the world in his apartment. He gets to call the shots and act like the one in charge for the evenings. Unfortunately those evening never consist of having girls over or doing anything new. It becomes him retelling stories over and over again, watching the same damn television shows. The poor guy hasn't seen a gym in 15 years and it shows, his weight is becoming rather unsightly. His closet is filled with cloths from the mid 90s, some completely fused with pit stains. He uses cynicism as a substitute for personality, generally casting off anything new, challenging or exciting as "kids ****". When he does go out he hovers, clings to his friends like a bad characterization of a drowning rat. When out of his carefully manufactured comfort zone he puts on a frown, and adopts closed body language. So not only does he harm himself socially, he effects the rest of us sitting with him. Nothing like trying to talk to a girl while some fat, glum AFC is 3 inches from your shoulder chewing up your happy, approachable aura. I offered him the book of pook about 2 years ago. He just looked at me and scoffed, acted like he didn't need this type of help or maybe was to embarrassed to admit so, even though I explained to him that I was just as embarrassed to admit that I needed external help and that by showing him the book of pook I opened myself for his criticism yet genuinely wanted to help him.
Well the time and energy to help is past. My life can no longer revolve around my friends at this age (35). My time must be dedicated to me, and I must maximize my efforts for maximum results. What does that mean for my super AFC friend? At this point I consider him cut adrift. He is a liability at any social gathering involving people he doesn't know or any gathering with females involved in any form. He either intentional or unintentionally ****blocks me at the most inopportune times. Since we don't ask him to come out anymore and we plan around him it seems he has grown even more bitter. An AFC of this magnitude, in such denial about himself, going in the direction he is becoming sad to watch. I hope the best for this guy. I just don't want the wet blanket draped around my shoulders anymore.
Point of my short story guys: Don't give up, always be moving forward. It's not Hollywood where the brooding heartbroken good guy is one day rewarded with an intense love in the form of Cameron Diaz. If you think giving up will somehow garner you the pity attention from friends and they will somehow work overtime to help you get a girl is a fantasy. You will only create a bigger and bigger hole for yourself. You will construct a comfort zone so fulfilling for your myopic, lonely life that it will become your prison, and you will not be able to operate outside of it.
Keep fighting, fight with every fiber of your being! I would rather rip the world and myself apart fighting for opportunities and chances than admit defeat and watch my life deteriorate with no love, friends, or joy. You can end up losing more than just getting your **** wet. :box:
I've known this guy for close to 8 years, he never really had a girlfriend and when he did manage to hook-up with a semi attractive nutcase he pulled all the classic AFC tricks day after day until finally that wreck of a woman dumped him. It's worse when damaged goods dump you because your just so damn AFC.
So the last 8 years have basically been him giving up incrementally. He has surrounded himself in his apartment with everything that makes him comfortable. He invites friends over often but rarely goes out. He is the master of the world in his apartment. He gets to call the shots and act like the one in charge for the evenings. Unfortunately those evening never consist of having girls over or doing anything new. It becomes him retelling stories over and over again, watching the same damn television shows. The poor guy hasn't seen a gym in 15 years and it shows, his weight is becoming rather unsightly. His closet is filled with cloths from the mid 90s, some completely fused with pit stains. He uses cynicism as a substitute for personality, generally casting off anything new, challenging or exciting as "kids ****". When he does go out he hovers, clings to his friends like a bad characterization of a drowning rat. When out of his carefully manufactured comfort zone he puts on a frown, and adopts closed body language. So not only does he harm himself socially, he effects the rest of us sitting with him. Nothing like trying to talk to a girl while some fat, glum AFC is 3 inches from your shoulder chewing up your happy, approachable aura. I offered him the book of pook about 2 years ago. He just looked at me and scoffed, acted like he didn't need this type of help or maybe was to embarrassed to admit so, even though I explained to him that I was just as embarrassed to admit that I needed external help and that by showing him the book of pook I opened myself for his criticism yet genuinely wanted to help him.
Well the time and energy to help is past. My life can no longer revolve around my friends at this age (35). My time must be dedicated to me, and I must maximize my efforts for maximum results. What does that mean for my super AFC friend? At this point I consider him cut adrift. He is a liability at any social gathering involving people he doesn't know or any gathering with females involved in any form. He either intentional or unintentionally ****blocks me at the most inopportune times. Since we don't ask him to come out anymore and we plan around him it seems he has grown even more bitter. An AFC of this magnitude, in such denial about himself, going in the direction he is becoming sad to watch. I hope the best for this guy. I just don't want the wet blanket draped around my shoulders anymore.
Point of my short story guys: Don't give up, always be moving forward. It's not Hollywood where the brooding heartbroken good guy is one day rewarded with an intense love in the form of Cameron Diaz. If you think giving up will somehow garner you the pity attention from friends and they will somehow work overtime to help you get a girl is a fantasy. You will only create a bigger and bigger hole for yourself. You will construct a comfort zone so fulfilling for your myopic, lonely life that it will become your prison, and you will not be able to operate outside of it.
Keep fighting, fight with every fiber of your being! I would rather rip the world and myself apart fighting for opportunities and chances than admit defeat and watch my life deteriorate with no love, friends, or joy. You can end up losing more than just getting your **** wet. :box: