So I feel like that 3 year chase killed something in me. It's been a year and a half since that ended and still I can hardly go a day without thinking about it, without having it wear me down.
It's tough to have confidence when you constantly get turned down by people. I wish I could just say, "fuck it, there's more fish in the sea," but i can't do that for some reason. It weighs down on me.
I recently mentioned a girl named Chalese. I'm sure a few of you recall. I had stated that it was an option, but not one that would work out. I handled this situation completely differently than I have any in the past. The sad truth is that the result was the same, but I couldn't help but feel kind of good about the way I went about it.
As I stated in the previous thread, I'm going to be fully honest and upfront and I will also not waste any time. After talking to her a couple of nights out, I approached her. She was with her friend Annie (a huge bitch I dislike). I said, "Can I talk to you when she's not around?" Annie moved away and she said, "Sure, what's up?" I told her that I liked her, that I wanted to get to know her better, that I'd like to hang out with her or at least get a chance to talk to her outside of a bar." She nodded while I talked and then kind of said, "okay, well i'll see you out again soon."
Not really the response I was hoping for but I was very happy that I had approached her and been so honest. If I had done that in the past, I probably wouldn't have had such bad experiences or wasted so much time.
Annie the bitch is an interesting subject that I've been thinking about lately. I recall that I used to detest fake people. I always encountered them and thought, wow, i really wish you'd just say that shit to my face. But after encountering this Annie girl, I don't feel that way. I find myself saying, "God, I really just wish you'd say that behind my back and be nice to my face. Be fake for fuck sakes!"
I guess I don't understand how someone can be so cruel to someone that is so nice to them.
I suppose, in a way, I'm like Preach in that I'm past the "girls like nice guys and i'm a nice guy so wtf" stage. I was stuck in this stage for a long time and I think what recently got me out of it was this overwhelming sense that people are liars, narcissists. yes, I realize it's a bit cynical, but the truth often is. And notice I don't say women, I say people. The only reason why guys tend to attack women this way and women tend to attack guys this way is because that is the sex they are going after. I'm not going after guys, so I don't see all the douchebag guys a girl might encounter and vice versa.
People lie. People are vain and shallow. The world is wicked. There is a silver lining, there is hope, but I think you have to get lucky in some way in order to succeed. Girls don't like nice guys. Some girls do, others don't. If you're shy and average looking and unlucky, you will probably have problems. If you're outgoing and great looking you may not need luck, and if you have that also, you're golden.
I guess a part of me is tired of seeking what I cannot find. On my birthday I met a really good looking girl, exactly my type, cool as fuck. We hung out and had a great time, made out, etc. But discovered she lived states away. She moved back the next day, we've kept in touch via text message. Who knows when she'll make the trip back up. It sucks to have finally found someone you click with and realize they aren't going to be around.
A large part of me is tired of the same routine. I'd like to exchange my problems for different ones, at least for a little while so that I could enjoy not having the same issues all the time.
It's tough to have confidence when you constantly get turned down by people. I wish I could just say, "fuck it, there's more fish in the sea," but i can't do that for some reason. It weighs down on me.
I recently mentioned a girl named Chalese. I'm sure a few of you recall. I had stated that it was an option, but not one that would work out. I handled this situation completely differently than I have any in the past. The sad truth is that the result was the same, but I couldn't help but feel kind of good about the way I went about it.
As I stated in the previous thread, I'm going to be fully honest and upfront and I will also not waste any time. After talking to her a couple of nights out, I approached her. She was with her friend Annie (a huge bitch I dislike). I said, "Can I talk to you when she's not around?" Annie moved away and she said, "Sure, what's up?" I told her that I liked her, that I wanted to get to know her better, that I'd like to hang out with her or at least get a chance to talk to her outside of a bar." She nodded while I talked and then kind of said, "okay, well i'll see you out again soon."
Not really the response I was hoping for but I was very happy that I had approached her and been so honest. If I had done that in the past, I probably wouldn't have had such bad experiences or wasted so much time.
Annie the bitch is an interesting subject that I've been thinking about lately. I recall that I used to detest fake people. I always encountered them and thought, wow, i really wish you'd just say that shit to my face. But after encountering this Annie girl, I don't feel that way. I find myself saying, "God, I really just wish you'd say that behind my back and be nice to my face. Be fake for fuck sakes!"
I guess I don't understand how someone can be so cruel to someone that is so nice to them.
I suppose, in a way, I'm like Preach in that I'm past the "girls like nice guys and i'm a nice guy so wtf" stage. I was stuck in this stage for a long time and I think what recently got me out of it was this overwhelming sense that people are liars, narcissists. yes, I realize it's a bit cynical, but the truth often is. And notice I don't say women, I say people. The only reason why guys tend to attack women this way and women tend to attack guys this way is because that is the sex they are going after. I'm not going after guys, so I don't see all the douchebag guys a girl might encounter and vice versa.
People lie. People are vain and shallow. The world is wicked. There is a silver lining, there is hope, but I think you have to get lucky in some way in order to succeed. Girls don't like nice guys. Some girls do, others don't. If you're shy and average looking and unlucky, you will probably have problems. If you're outgoing and great looking you may not need luck, and if you have that also, you're golden.
I guess a part of me is tired of seeking what I cannot find. On my birthday I met a really good looking girl, exactly my type, cool as fuck. We hung out and had a great time, made out, etc. But discovered she lived states away. She moved back the next day, we've kept in touch via text message. Who knows when she'll make the trip back up. It sucks to have finally found someone you click with and realize they aren't going to be around.
A large part of me is tired of the same routine. I'd like to exchange my problems for different ones, at least for a little while so that I could enjoy not having the same issues all the time.
