It’s been over a year since she left me. It’s sad to think I haven’t been with anyone since she told me we were over. I’ve tried meeting women, but I can’t seem to initiate anything. I’m scared, alone, and lost. I’ve talked to women—at least made an effort to do so—but I can’t seem to be anything but a friend, or sadly even just an acquaintance.
The whole thing frightens me. How can anyone just talk to a random woman and tell her he is interested? I’ve seen it done, so I know it’s possible, but I can’t seem to figure it out. Anytime I’ve approached a woman I always seem to get tongue tied and end up standing there awkwardly and silent as she analyzes just how pathetic I really am.
My very self-worth is depreciating. If I was a stock on Wall Street, I’d be bankrupt. I’m 26, I work a mediocre job, and I’ve only ever been with one woman. How many 26 year olds do you know that have only ever been with one woman? Let me tell you, save a few virgins, I’m a rare breed.
I don’t want to be like this anymore. I’m not looking for just sex—although that would be okay too—I really want someone in my life that matters. I want that female companionship I see so many other guys have. I want a woman to call my own.
I’ve been reading and studying lately. No, I’m not in school, but I might as well be. I’m learning how to be socially competent by studying pickup artists. I know this might sound sleazy, but after reading the book The Game, and seeing all these shows and videos about average guys becoming pickup artists, I’m willing to try it. I’ve decided to dedicate this blog to documenting my journey from AFC (Average Frustrated Chump) to hopefully a PUA.
I'll start this weekend,
Prince
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