Hi guys,
My name's Mike. I'm 27 years old, pretty good looking, tall enough (5' 11''), fit, smart and quite successful. I'm an aerospace engineer, so I make good money. I travel internationally regularly and am bilingual. I lift and am an amateur triathlete (started doing them within the last year).
Now it's storytime, because stories are fun:
My social skills these days are decent (I can be witty on occasion), but I'm an introvert, so I've always underachieved when it comes to girls. With the exception of my last LTR (2.5 years), I never really made the effort to approach girls, for whatever reason, usually because of me being socially retarded and not understanding the signals, or being too much of a pussy to approach, but I'd always rationalize it away with something stupid. I've always been a "nice guy", you see. Players approach girls and they're douchebags and totally fake and overall bad people, and "girls don't even like them anyway"...
In any case, I didn't really care so much. I underachieved in college, but I was busy and had "success" on occasion (when they approached me), then I got a girlfriend and that was good for awhile. But I eventually wanted out. She wasn't "the one", so I ended it. By this time I had finished my Masters and started working, and you know who showed up one day out of nowhere? A pretty girl just for me. There was a strong spark and she even asked ME for my number (oh snap). One catch though: I was essentially her boss, so of course I couldn't escalate the situation... that would have been a bad thing to do.
So I decided that I'd wait until our current assignment was done to make a move. I fell pretty hard. And then one night at a party we were at, she got shitfaced drunk and this other guy, a douchebag "player" type guy (note the quotations) got lucky and fucked her. At the time I didn't know this actually happened, but I found out later and got crushed in the feelz. This guy also worked with us, so the following day at work, it was clear something happened and she was NOT happy about it. As usual she came to me and we flirted and it was good for awhile. But then around the time that we finished our assignment (a couple weeks later), it was too late. The unthinkable happened (unthinkable in my mind at the time). She had turned. She suddenly decided she had to "find herself" and wanted to "have fun" or something, and also she was "nervous about us because we work together", is what she told me when I did finally ask her out. I had a serious case of oneitis (no shit) and over the next several months I was stuck in Orbiterville pretty hard. The worst thing was that I couldn't get away from her since we still did work together, though I wasn't her boss anymore, and she still liked me kinda sorta I guess (maybe), but of course she ultimately started dating that douchebag even though she always told me he was stupid and she "always only wanted a nice guy" (lol). All the lies and obfuscation really made me rethink life a bit.
Really, I had a big fat Red Pill (TM) shoved up my ass, metaphorically speaking.
But here's the best part: as was statistically inevitable, I eventually hooked up with another girl in a bar (she initiated, naturally) during a trip which my oneitis was also on, so then for the next month or so she was doting on me hand and foot ("don't you like me anymoreeeeee?"). It was bound to happen eventually, but wow, the timing. Wow. And all I could think about was "lol, hypergamy". By then though I was over it all; bitches be cray and I got no time fo dat shit. Things were becoming clearer now. Then over the next few months I decided to experiment with just being a total asshole. Evidently, being attractive means that people (girls) will tolerate you negging the crap out of them or even insulting them to their face! They'll even do wonderfully sexy things for you and bake you cake! Holy shit. The world is kinda fucked up I guess.
And so here I am now. A recovering nice guy, but in general kicking ass. I'm still too passive though, so it's time to take care of my approach anxiety so I can stop underachieving and have more control. I found GLL's Approach Anxiety Program a couple months ago while browsing TRP, and now it's time to give it a spin. My primary goal is to get through the whole program and have fun doing it and being social. When that's done I can think about getting laid.
Here's to a new year and thanks for reading my silly (and admittedly, unoriginal) story. <3
Cheers.
My name's Mike. I'm 27 years old, pretty good looking, tall enough (5' 11''), fit, smart and quite successful. I'm an aerospace engineer, so I make good money. I travel internationally regularly and am bilingual. I lift and am an amateur triathlete (started doing them within the last year).
Now it's storytime, because stories are fun:
My social skills these days are decent (I can be witty on occasion), but I'm an introvert, so I've always underachieved when it comes to girls. With the exception of my last LTR (2.5 years), I never really made the effort to approach girls, for whatever reason, usually because of me being socially retarded and not understanding the signals, or being too much of a pussy to approach, but I'd always rationalize it away with something stupid. I've always been a "nice guy", you see. Players approach girls and they're douchebags and totally fake and overall bad people, and "girls don't even like them anyway"...
In any case, I didn't really care so much. I underachieved in college, but I was busy and had "success" on occasion (when they approached me), then I got a girlfriend and that was good for awhile. But I eventually wanted out. She wasn't "the one", so I ended it. By this time I had finished my Masters and started working, and you know who showed up one day out of nowhere? A pretty girl just for me. There was a strong spark and she even asked ME for my number (oh snap). One catch though: I was essentially her boss, so of course I couldn't escalate the situation... that would have been a bad thing to do.
So I decided that I'd wait until our current assignment was done to make a move. I fell pretty hard. And then one night at a party we were at, she got shitfaced drunk and this other guy, a douchebag "player" type guy (note the quotations) got lucky and fucked her. At the time I didn't know this actually happened, but I found out later and got crushed in the feelz. This guy also worked with us, so the following day at work, it was clear something happened and she was NOT happy about it. As usual she came to me and we flirted and it was good for awhile. But then around the time that we finished our assignment (a couple weeks later), it was too late. The unthinkable happened (unthinkable in my mind at the time). She had turned. She suddenly decided she had to "find herself" and wanted to "have fun" or something, and also she was "nervous about us because we work together", is what she told me when I did finally ask her out. I had a serious case of oneitis (no shit) and over the next several months I was stuck in Orbiterville pretty hard. The worst thing was that I couldn't get away from her since we still did work together, though I wasn't her boss anymore, and she still liked me kinda sorta I guess (maybe), but of course she ultimately started dating that douchebag even though she always told me he was stupid and she "always only wanted a nice guy" (lol). All the lies and obfuscation really made me rethink life a bit.
Really, I had a big fat Red Pill (TM) shoved up my ass, metaphorically speaking.
But here's the best part: as was statistically inevitable, I eventually hooked up with another girl in a bar (she initiated, naturally) during a trip which my oneitis was also on, so then for the next month or so she was doting on me hand and foot ("don't you like me anymoreeeeee?"). It was bound to happen eventually, but wow, the timing. Wow. And all I could think about was "lol, hypergamy". By then though I was over it all; bitches be cray and I got no time fo dat shit. Things were becoming clearer now. Then over the next few months I decided to experiment with just being a total asshole. Evidently, being attractive means that people (girls) will tolerate you negging the crap out of them or even insulting them to their face! They'll even do wonderfully sexy things for you and bake you cake! Holy shit. The world is kinda fucked up I guess.
And so here I am now. A recovering nice guy, but in general kicking ass. I'm still too passive though, so it's time to take care of my approach anxiety so I can stop underachieving and have more control. I found GLL's Approach Anxiety Program a couple months ago while browsing TRP, and now it's time to give it a spin. My primary goal is to get through the whole program and have fun doing it and being social. When that's done I can think about getting laid.
Here's to a new year and thanks for reading my silly (and admittedly, unoriginal) story. <3
Cheers.