I think I have found my new self-imposed mind fvck sticking point. Forgive me as I will be thinking out loud as I type. Feel free to ignore, troll, advise or vent with me as I try to work this out.
I was in a big box store today to pick up a few items and maybe pick up a honey as well. This store is well known with the ladies, and I could smell the estrogen dripping from the ceiling as soon as I walked in. I knew I was going to turn some heads as I seemed like the only male in the place. The place was teaming with ladies of all ages, shapes and sizes getting their panties destroyed by the shopping induced lubrication. The world was my oyster for the next 20 minutes or so and I was in the land of milk and honey.
I had recently accepted the Cold Approach Challenge proposed in another thread, so I knew I was gonna be in business. All I had to do was find what I came to get and find some female(s) that caught my eye. There had to be at least one that gave me the tingles to get the party started. So I began my search.
Something strange happened. Well, maybe not so strange to me. I just happened to really pay attention to what I was thinking. As I made my scans, I would naturally disqualify the obvious land whales but I also found myself disqualifying others for mystifying reasons. I spotted the first prospect. She was an attractive brunette, late 20's. She was a ways away, but I liked what I saw so far. I decided to make my way to her. As I was getting closer, she turned and began walking away from me (she didn't notice me coming) and something happened.
I was about 30 ft away and I was checking her out from behind. This is where my mind started playing games with me. Although she was quite attractive, I was rationalizing that her a$$ was too big. I'm talking like 0.0002 cm too big. So for some reason I started thinking "What if I make my move and she likes me and things go well? What if I will have a girl who's a$$ is too big that I can't shake. Besides, her jeans are stupid. Why would I want that? Oh, what is that? She is too short. What if I have a short girl with a big a$$ and stupid jeans bothering me. She will probably be a stage 5 clinger anyway. What if I can do better!" And I let her go without doing sh!t.
I played this same stupid game with myself for the next 2 opportunities. They were "too old" (30's) and "probably smoked" (unconfirmed of course). Why would I want that in my life? I asked myself. I left the land of milk and honey with no milk or honey.
Is this sh!t normal? Am I really afraid of attracting the wrong type or am I just being a giant flapping pvssy? Does anyone else do this? If so, did you fix this or just wait for perfection to cross your path? This is something I need to get a handle on. I want to be picky, but this is ridiculous. I feel that if she is not an 11 out of 10 as far as my preferences, then she is a waste of time. It's not like I am marrying these girls after the first interaction. Something has got to give. Or does it? I guess it all depends on what I really want out of the deal. And to be honest, when that 11 does cross my path I approach <50% of the time (only if she is solo) with nervous energy and a fast beating heart and sweat on my forehead most of the time, but it does happen. I've won some and lost most. Am I looking for the one unicorn or am I looking to just have normal man/woman interaction? These are questions I must answer for myself evidently.
Thanks for your patience and maybe you guys have something to say about this...
I was in a big box store today to pick up a few items and maybe pick up a honey as well. This store is well known with the ladies, and I could smell the estrogen dripping from the ceiling as soon as I walked in. I knew I was going to turn some heads as I seemed like the only male in the place. The place was teaming with ladies of all ages, shapes and sizes getting their panties destroyed by the shopping induced lubrication. The world was my oyster for the next 20 minutes or so and I was in the land of milk and honey.
I had recently accepted the Cold Approach Challenge proposed in another thread, so I knew I was gonna be in business. All I had to do was find what I came to get and find some female(s) that caught my eye. There had to be at least one that gave me the tingles to get the party started. So I began my search.
Something strange happened. Well, maybe not so strange to me. I just happened to really pay attention to what I was thinking. As I made my scans, I would naturally disqualify the obvious land whales but I also found myself disqualifying others for mystifying reasons. I spotted the first prospect. She was an attractive brunette, late 20's. She was a ways away, but I liked what I saw so far. I decided to make my way to her. As I was getting closer, she turned and began walking away from me (she didn't notice me coming) and something happened.
I was about 30 ft away and I was checking her out from behind. This is where my mind started playing games with me. Although she was quite attractive, I was rationalizing that her a$$ was too big. I'm talking like 0.0002 cm too big. So for some reason I started thinking "What if I make my move and she likes me and things go well? What if I will have a girl who's a$$ is too big that I can't shake. Besides, her jeans are stupid. Why would I want that? Oh, what is that? She is too short. What if I have a short girl with a big a$$ and stupid jeans bothering me. She will probably be a stage 5 clinger anyway. What if I can do better!" And I let her go without doing sh!t.
I played this same stupid game with myself for the next 2 opportunities. They were "too old" (30's) and "probably smoked" (unconfirmed of course). Why would I want that in my life? I asked myself. I left the land of milk and honey with no milk or honey.
Is this sh!t normal? Am I really afraid of attracting the wrong type or am I just being a giant flapping pvssy? Does anyone else do this? If so, did you fix this or just wait for perfection to cross your path? This is something I need to get a handle on. I want to be picky, but this is ridiculous. I feel that if she is not an 11 out of 10 as far as my preferences, then she is a waste of time. It's not like I am marrying these girls after the first interaction. Something has got to give. Or does it? I guess it all depends on what I really want out of the deal. And to be honest, when that 11 does cross my path I approach <50% of the time (only if she is solo) with nervous energy and a fast beating heart and sweat on my forehead most of the time, but it does happen. I've won some and lost most. Am I looking for the one unicorn or am I looking to just have normal man/woman interaction? These are questions I must answer for myself evidently.
Thanks for your patience and maybe you guys have something to say about this...