Why Hasn't Game Worked?
06-09-2014, 01:30 PM
Update for 6/9:
JWLZG:
Yes, the headspace of "I need a woman right now" has definitely been ruling my life for the last 10+ years. I'm well aware of the negative consequences of being so needy - I've read my fill of game gurus saying neediness kills attraction. I get that. But I don't know what to DO about it.
Any tactic I try, for distracting myself or finding satisfaction in other ways besides women, backfires. Cause it's really just this: "I need to stop needing a woman, so that I can be less needy, and get a woman!!"
I meditate, I've tried developing hobbies... but when I try new activities, the whole time I'm thinking "This hobby better distract me from the need for chicks, because otherwise, I'll never get any chicks!"
And: "Hmm, has my need for sex gone away yet? Well I better keep up this hobby so that my need for sex goes away... is it gone yet? No.... is it gone yet? No.... FUCK THIS I WANT A WOMAN RIGHT NOW" [puts down hobby, throw it in the trash, goes out to the mall to approach chicks]
On diet/exercise/sleep:
My diet is really healthy. I eat tons of organic, raw veggies, tons of raw greens, extremely little processed chemicals, plenty of fruit, tea, and other antioxidants, and a low amount of meat (I shoot for vegetarian, but am concerned that being 100% veggie might deprive me of some nutrient(s), so I eat SOME meat, but a fraction of what the average person does, cause the average Murr'kin eats probably ten times the protein that their body even uses, and most of it comes from genetically modified animals that have 3 heads). I get plenty of sleep - I almost never have to wake up early, so sleep is rarely an issue.
Exercise though - that's probably the weakest link. I'm not exactly sedentary, because I do a lot of hiking. But it's not particularly strenuous. Developing a consistent exercise routine is something I've been wanting to do for a long, long time, but don't ever seem to do. Every day I wake up and think "I'm going to do some running today!", and then I never do it. For some reason I just fucking HATE doing anything physical. I don't know WHY. But whenever I'm purely "out of my head" and "in my body", it's the most uncomfortable feeling. It fucking SUCKS to be in my body. I don't know where this issue came from. I try to exercise, I write down my routine, I write x reps of this activity, x reps of that, x minutes of this, x minutes of that, and then I just stare at the fucking paper. I command my legs to get up and start doing it, and it's like my whole body refuses. I shout "OK! TIME TO DO SOME FUCKING EXERCISE! And my body doesn't move. This has been going on for YEARS. I want to exercise. I want to do it every day. But something about being physical unleashes this torrent of negative... emotion? I don't know what it is. But whatever it is, it shuts down everything. I suspect that this is intricately related to my issues with getting physical with women.
When I was in college, I went to the gym. Consistently. I started getting some pretty decent muscles. I could lift more and more each time I went. But after college, when I started traveling and moving around (and always on the verge of being broke), it didn't make sense to join any gyms. Why join a gym, if I'm not going to be in this geographic area a month from now? I'll have 11 months left on the membership, and have to fend off collector calls. (this has happened, and I still get calls from time to time).
The only time I'm able to exercise without being extremely uncomfortable, is when I'm doing it alongside a girl. Then the discomfort associated with physicality goes away.
And style - I dont really have a style. Jeans, t-shirts... thats it basically. I explained my relationship to clothing in an earlier post - I'll reproduce it here:
Style
Which brings us to style. I just don’t even know where to begin with that. My fashion process consists of a repeating cycle that goes as follows:
1. Look at my wardrobe, feel awkward and uncomfortable about every item in it
2. Go to the mall to shop for new clothes.
3. See something that (I think at the time) looks good, buy it and a few other things
4. The new item gets worn one time, and I feel uncomfortable in it
5. I don’t wear it again, and it sits in the wardrobe untouched for months
6. I can’t stand to look at it anymore, so I give it away to a clothing donation center
7. Repeat step 1
Often times I’ll read men’s fashion websites or magazines if I see one laying around. And I can’t understand what’s in it – to me it’s like reading an alien language. The only things I glean from it are names of brands and stores to go to – but once I GET to those stores or brand racks, I have no idea which items will look good on myself. Sometimes I’ll take a shot in the dark, and buy one. And then the cycle repeats in the way described above.
So, after a period of simplification in my life, I now go with simple jeans and t-shirts. That’s what I wear all the time. I might wear my one remaining collared shirt when I go to church, but other than that, it’s just jeans and t-shirts.
Ok now, on to the update from Saturday's festival!
I met up with an RVF user who, for whatever reason, wishes to remain anonymous (don't ask me why, I don't know his reason). We met up at a bar Friday night, and chatted for an hour or so, and he told me about an outdoor music/art festival the next day. So I went and met him and his girlfriend there. They went up on a hill where there were a few groups of people sitting around, and they started chillin together. There is something to be said for "warm" approaches... these people accepted me just because I was "with" the two they were talking to. I'd have to do 20 or more cold approaches to get lucky with that level of instant acceptance. One of the girls in the group started talking to me about a topic that I'm very interested in /knowledgable about, so I got into a conversation with her about it. I was very careful not to seem "overenthusiastic", and to play it cool, and just let her ask me questions about it. I couldn't do any kino at the time, because there was a person in between us. (in case you're having trouble picturing this, it was a group conversation, with everyone sitting down, and at some point in the conversation, I "singled" the girl out for a 1-1 discussion amidst the greater group conversation.) Let's call the girl "Sally".
When Sally's group got up to begin making their way out of the festival, (it was about 9pm, and the festival only lasted until 10pm), I walked with them (RVFguy+gf had already gone back to the stage/dance area earlier). While I was walking with the group, one of the guys started talking to me, and I sorta got the feeling he was either gay or bi or something, and interested in me. I found out that the whole group, Sally included, identified as "pansexual". I asked them what exactly that means, and we got into a discussion about it. Unfortunately, Sally drifted off with two of her friends, and got into seperate conversations with them, while I was sorta "trapped" in conversation with the dude. I didn't want to just be like "dude, leave me alone" and then go over to Sally again, because they were all part of the same group - it wasn't like he was just a random guy out of nowhere. The discussion became interesting though, because I told him that I view the whole "gender identity" thing as a religion, one which I'm reluctant to believe in. I did tell him that I think it's perfectly natural for people of the same sex to love one another - it's called "friendship", and it's been around since the beginning of time, and it doesn't mean that there's something fundamentally different about that person's sexuality. Everyone is naturally wired to *mate*, and mating is an exclusively opposite-sex phenomenon (two men can't *mate*, no matter how much they love eacother and no matter how many federal court rulings say they can), and the mating drive is the source of sexuality - so it just doesn't make sense for people of the same gender to try to have sex with eachother. I could tell that this line of thinking was new to him, and he had never pondered it before. Surprisingly, he seemed pretty open-minded to my ideas, and thanked me for sharing, and seemed willing to consider the concept of heterosexuality - and the irony of that was not lost on me, although perhaps it was on him.
While we were talking, Sally came back over and joined us. We talked for a bit, and then the rest of them left to go home - and it was just me and Sally left. We sat on the grass and watched the show, and I shared my falafel wrap with her. I got her laughing, giggling, having a good time. It turns out we share a lot of interests, and think in similar ways. In the back (ok, maybe more like the middle, or, fuck it, the front) of my mind I was thinking she might be girlfriend material.
But when I tried to start touching, I just couldn't figure out how to do it. I didn't know how to initiate that first touch. Where do I touch her? What part of her body? When? Do I do it while I'm talking, and pretend to just "accidently" brush her arm with my hand in the middle of a gesture? Do I firmly lay my hand on her shoulder or somewhere while making direct eye contact, as if to say "yeah I know I'm touchin you, I'm a MAN, and you like it don't ya bitch?" Do I use a dumb, RSD-type excuse like "palm reading"? (on a side note, whenever I do palm reading, I'm always left with the same conundrum after the reading is over - I let go of her hand, and then NOW WHAT? Back to square fucking one!!!) How the fuck do I start touching!!!!!
So by the end of the night (which was only about 30 minutes later), I hadn't touched her except one time - I put my hand on her shoulder for a split second. I got her number, and extended an open invitation to take her hiking with me (we had talked about it earlier).
Her situation was that she was depending on RVFguy for a ride home, so she had nowhere to go, until he was ready to leave. Since he was busy dancing with his gf, she had no one to hang out with except for me. she might have just been staying with me because there was no one else she knew to talk to. I didn't count any IOI's the entire time, except for the one IOI of "she's still talking to me", which I just explained could have been simply because she had no other options. She didn't kino me, she didn't ask me questions about myself, and when we moved from one spot to another, she walked way out ahead, while I dragged behind (I had a backpack, plus food and drink, which I had to figure out how to carry, and while I was figuring it out, she just walked way out in front and lost me in the crowd. that kind of shit. I found her again easily, but I had taken the point that "she's not waiting for me, she doesn't think of us as "together" in any way shape or form.)
When I texted her the next day, I got a "who's this?" response. She was lukewarm (actually scratch that, lukecold), and displayed no interest in putting in even 0.00001% effort to be with me. So after all is said and done, I conclude that she's not into me, and I shouldn't waste my time thinking about her anymore.
That's how it goes with most girls. They're having a good time when I'm there (or at least that's how it seems), smiling, giggling... but don't put in one DROP of effort to be with me, or to let me know that they're interested. It's like two people riding a multi-person bicycle - I'm doing ALL of the peddling, and the girl is just sitting there riding along. No matter how far we go, she won't peddle, and the moment I stop peddling, the bike stops. She does NOTHING. And when the bike does stop, she gets off and says "well it was nice meeting you!"
And sometimes I'll look back and see that the girl has ALREADY gotten off at some unidentified point in time, and I'm like fuck, when did she get off?
So that's my update for the weekend. I'm meeting merenguero tomorrow for lunch.