Do you think you cannot get laid no matter what you do?
Do you think you are not ‘naturally selected?’
Do you think you can never be ‘above average?’
Have you lurked around GLL for 2+ years but haven’t had any success?
Are you below average height and feel it holds you back?
Are you balding and stressing about your looks as a result?
Are you an inch from throwing in the towel?
Woah there, wait….
Hear me out. Hear my story…
PART 1: ABOUT ME AND MY BACKGROUND
Who am I by the way?
Who is the ‘Bastard from Glasgow?’ (formerly known as Idan, a name equally arbitrary yet no less impulsive)
I hail from Scotland, (currently) part of the United Kingdom. I don’t have ginger hair, a skirt with no underwear underneath although that is not to say my bagpipes are small… (let’s not go there). I don’t even sound Scottish. I sound like I’m from nowhere. Being a first generation ‘Scot’ I identify as a Brit more often than not. And at this moment in time I do not work at a whiskey bar but on offshore oil and gas ships and rigs on an irregular rotary basis.
Nowadays I stand at 170cm (5’7) weight 78kg with around 9% body-fat.
Anyway, now that you know my physical stats the first thing you should know about me is that I am a quintessential loser.
No-where NEAR as much of a loser as I once was which spanned my entire-lifetime (at least from the age of 10) up until I discovered GLL in late 2013. Nowadays a much better looking one comparatively.
But if there was a sheep pen for tall, handsome and naturally good looking (and possibly extraverted) ‘losers’ and one for below the not so gifted ‘losers’ who are below average height, have sub-optimal masculine features with a more introverted personality… In case you couldn’t guess already I belong to the 2nd lot.
Actually for most of my young adult life I had the most horrendous, self-loathing and destructive thoughts about myself and how I thought women saw me.
It led me down a twisted path of self-hatred, misogyny, bitterness and powerlessness. On top of that I was a loner with poor social skills and even after graduating from university remained a miserable, virgin trapped in his own head with the nihilistic belief that I was genetic garbage and that all girls were repulsed by me.
Pretty intense stuff right?
I had essentially given up by the time I was 25 years old. Years of getting shot down at night-clubs and never having any social circles which would have provided even the odd annual opportunity to get laid had defeated me.
Of course I would read about ‘PUA’s from all factions on the internet for years and hang out with dozens over the years.
But there was something about night-clubs which was so incredibly toxic for me and no kind of ‘parlour pua tricks’ could help if girls reject you as soon as look as you. Yet to me it seemed to be the only way to meet girls. I had no sizeable social circle whether at university, work, interest clubs or otherwise…
I got used to being called a creep. I felt like a creep. And eventually I assumed every member of the female species thought ‘creep’ when she saw me.
I was never going to become the next Elliot Roger fuck no.
But for the longest time I was a sad little panda and thoughts of ‘ending my existence’ did occur occasionally. And a lot of my ‘misogyny’ which was quite strong in my early-20s and dropped massively after 2013 (and reducing nightclub indulgences) was fuelled by constantly reading MRA and red pill type websites.
Along with avoiding internet pornography, the news and cutting off negative people; staying away from most ‘manosphere’ sites was one of the best calls I ever made for my mental health.
Do you think you are not ‘naturally selected?’
Do you think you can never be ‘above average?’
Have you lurked around GLL for 2+ years but haven’t had any success?
Are you below average height and feel it holds you back?
Are you balding and stressing about your looks as a result?
Are you an inch from throwing in the towel?
Woah there, wait….
Hear me out. Hear my story…
PART 1: ABOUT ME AND MY BACKGROUND
Who am I by the way?
Who is the ‘Bastard from Glasgow?’ (formerly known as Idan, a name equally arbitrary yet no less impulsive)
I hail from Scotland, (currently) part of the United Kingdom. I don’t have ginger hair, a skirt with no underwear underneath although that is not to say my bagpipes are small… (let’s not go there). I don’t even sound Scottish. I sound like I’m from nowhere. Being a first generation ‘Scot’ I identify as a Brit more often than not. And at this moment in time I do not work at a whiskey bar but on offshore oil and gas ships and rigs on an irregular rotary basis.
Nowadays I stand at 170cm (5’7) weight 78kg with around 9% body-fat.
Anyway, now that you know my physical stats the first thing you should know about me is that I am a quintessential loser.
No-where NEAR as much of a loser as I once was which spanned my entire-lifetime (at least from the age of 10) up until I discovered GLL in late 2013. Nowadays a much better looking one comparatively.
But if there was a sheep pen for tall, handsome and naturally good looking (and possibly extraverted) ‘losers’ and one for below the not so gifted ‘losers’ who are below average height, have sub-optimal masculine features with a more introverted personality… In case you couldn’t guess already I belong to the 2nd lot.
Actually for most of my young adult life I had the most horrendous, self-loathing and destructive thoughts about myself and how I thought women saw me.
It led me down a twisted path of self-hatred, misogyny, bitterness and powerlessness. On top of that I was a loner with poor social skills and even after graduating from university remained a miserable, virgin trapped in his own head with the nihilistic belief that I was genetic garbage and that all girls were repulsed by me.
Pretty intense stuff right?
I had essentially given up by the time I was 25 years old. Years of getting shot down at night-clubs and never having any social circles which would have provided even the odd annual opportunity to get laid had defeated me.
Of course I would read about ‘PUA’s from all factions on the internet for years and hang out with dozens over the years.
But there was something about night-clubs which was so incredibly toxic for me and no kind of ‘parlour pua tricks’ could help if girls reject you as soon as look as you. Yet to me it seemed to be the only way to meet girls. I had no sizeable social circle whether at university, work, interest clubs or otherwise…
I got used to being called a creep. I felt like a creep. And eventually I assumed every member of the female species thought ‘creep’ when she saw me.
I was never going to become the next Elliot Roger fuck no.
But for the longest time I was a sad little panda and thoughts of ‘ending my existence’ did occur occasionally. And a lot of my ‘misogyny’ which was quite strong in my early-20s and dropped massively after 2013 (and reducing nightclub indulgences) was fuelled by constantly reading MRA and red pill type websites.
Along with avoiding internet pornography, the news and cutting off negative people; staying away from most ‘manosphere’ sites was one of the best calls I ever made for my mental health.