Thanks for posting this here. I read this yesterday and found it extremely insightful.
It points out a problem...but I want to offer a solution. A great way to avoid "rejection punishment" is by meeting women who live or work one or two towns away. I've written about my old "mall game" on here. One of the elements of that is that I'd do it at malls in towns where I didn't live.
I didn't realize this at the time, but being far from home (or college) and meeting women in strange places made me a lot less self-conscious. That was because if I got rejected, well, who could "shame" me? Total strangers who would never see me again? It didn't matter so I could meet women without the impending fear described in this post.
This is probably why my mall game was so good. Also, if you're out of town you can also work up an image that your local friends would laugh at if they saw you. I used to try to look like one of the Beastie Boys and the look suited me well (unshaven, in t-shirts). But this would never have flown with my preppie crew at home.
This, by the way, is also the reason women are said to go wild when they go on vacations. Their friends and family aren't around so they can let their inner slut out without fear of judgement.
It points out a problem...but I want to offer a solution. A great way to avoid "rejection punishment" is by meeting women who live or work one or two towns away. I've written about my old "mall game" on here. One of the elements of that is that I'd do it at malls in towns where I didn't live.
I didn't realize this at the time, but being far from home (or college) and meeting women in strange places made me a lot less self-conscious. That was because if I got rejected, well, who could "shame" me? Total strangers who would never see me again? It didn't matter so I could meet women without the impending fear described in this post.
This is probably why my mall game was so good. Also, if you're out of town you can also work up an image that your local friends would laugh at if they saw you. I used to try to look like one of the Beastie Boys and the look suited me well (unshaven, in t-shirts). But this would never have flown with my preppie crew at home.
This, by the way, is also the reason women are said to go wild when they go on vacations. Their friends and family aren't around so they can let their inner slut out without fear of judgement.