I've never been one to suffer approach anxiety, "social consequences/hierarchy" is something I simply do not recognize. Instead, I'm struggling with something else: cognitive dissonance.
I've always been a very honest, straightforward person. I'm a tremendously bad liar/pretender, thus I generally do not attempt these. It's not all bad, sometimes brutal honesty can provoke or make laugh just as well.
The dissonance I'm describing is this: I have zero interest in hanging out in bars and talking to random people, including young women. They have absolutely nothing that I want, aside from pussies. It's not a great way to be, but that is simply the hand I've been dealt and I have to work with it.
Some women respond well to my advances, but a few seconds into the approach I start getting this from my scumbag brain:
"She might be uninteresting but she is probably not a moron. She can see you're not the type of guy that hangs out in bars and talks to women for fun"
"look at you, you shmuck, all dressed up to come and pretend you're interested in being someone's clown"
Whether she senses these things or not it fucks up my approach and makes me feel like a phony.
I am now thirty years old and I no longer enjoy getting drunk. Sitting alone in a bar looking for women to approach makes me feel like an impostor and a phoney.
It's not that I feel that there is anything morally wrong with okes doing this. It completely natural and predictable for a young man to present himself and search for sex; I cannot understand why the current culture would shame him for that.
It is simply that this is not something I enjoy doing- pretending to be this socially suave gent hanging in bars and having conversations with several different (equally uninteresting women). My brain wreaks havoc on me when I do things not in keeping with my values, almost worse than a hangover.
The solution? Here are some I've tried, or which I think will be presented here:
1) "Just be more social, cultivate an interest in people." NO. The average woman works a deadbeat job, has no creative or intellectual ambitions and spends all their time watching series or their cellphone screens. (I'm not hating on women here- men are the same, if not worse with sport, porn, cars) I am not interested, and never will be.
2) "Just fuck hookers then". I've gone this route, but it's not very fulfilling. First, fucking with a condom is about 1/3 as pleasurable as without. I'd rather fuck a 5 raw than a 9 with a condom. Second, there is something you can feel in a woman's body when she wants your cock. It is incredibly arousing.
3) "Just learn daygame then". The only people that daygame in my country are beggars, hookers and scamsters. Johannesburg was at some time the murder capital of the world, there is simply not the trust to even entertain a stranger for a few seconds.
If there is a God, he has a wicked sense of humor. I have a very fat cock and a sex drive that is insatiable, yet he has cursed me with this misanthropic demeanor that renders me virtually impotent.
The time for me to learn game and enjoy a sexlife is growing short. "Why didn't you learn it earlier?" Ironically, sleeping with a escort the first time was what finally convinced me there is no other option than to learn game. I'd always been thinking "bah, I can always sleep with a hot escort"; this mental safety net has prevented me from taking game and the learning thereof seriously.
If any of you gentleman have overcome this problem of cognitive dissonance and general disinterest, PLEASE share your wisdom with me.
Also, does anyone know of an ULTRA-direct game guide, this is effectively the only method that has ever yielded any results for me, for both one-nighters and longterm relationships.
I've always been a very honest, straightforward person. I'm a tremendously bad liar/pretender, thus I generally do not attempt these. It's not all bad, sometimes brutal honesty can provoke or make laugh just as well.
The dissonance I'm describing is this: I have zero interest in hanging out in bars and talking to random people, including young women. They have absolutely nothing that I want, aside from pussies. It's not a great way to be, but that is simply the hand I've been dealt and I have to work with it.
Some women respond well to my advances, but a few seconds into the approach I start getting this from my scumbag brain:
"She might be uninteresting but she is probably not a moron. She can see you're not the type of guy that hangs out in bars and talks to women for fun"
"look at you, you shmuck, all dressed up to come and pretend you're interested in being someone's clown"
Whether she senses these things or not it fucks up my approach and makes me feel like a phony.
I am now thirty years old and I no longer enjoy getting drunk. Sitting alone in a bar looking for women to approach makes me feel like an impostor and a phoney.
It's not that I feel that there is anything morally wrong with okes doing this. It completely natural and predictable for a young man to present himself and search for sex; I cannot understand why the current culture would shame him for that.
It is simply that this is not something I enjoy doing- pretending to be this socially suave gent hanging in bars and having conversations with several different (equally uninteresting women). My brain wreaks havoc on me when I do things not in keeping with my values, almost worse than a hangover.
The solution? Here are some I've tried, or which I think will be presented here:
1) "Just be more social, cultivate an interest in people." NO. The average woman works a deadbeat job, has no creative or intellectual ambitions and spends all their time watching series or their cellphone screens. (I'm not hating on women here- men are the same, if not worse with sport, porn, cars) I am not interested, and never will be.
2) "Just fuck hookers then". I've gone this route, but it's not very fulfilling. First, fucking with a condom is about 1/3 as pleasurable as without. I'd rather fuck a 5 raw than a 9 with a condom. Second, there is something you can feel in a woman's body when she wants your cock. It is incredibly arousing.
3) "Just learn daygame then". The only people that daygame in my country are beggars, hookers and scamsters. Johannesburg was at some time the murder capital of the world, there is simply not the trust to even entertain a stranger for a few seconds.
If there is a God, he has a wicked sense of humor. I have a very fat cock and a sex drive that is insatiable, yet he has cursed me with this misanthropic demeanor that renders me virtually impotent.
The time for me to learn game and enjoy a sexlife is growing short. "Why didn't you learn it earlier?" Ironically, sleeping with a escort the first time was what finally convinced me there is no other option than to learn game. I'd always been thinking "bah, I can always sleep with a hot escort"; this mental safety net has prevented me from taking game and the learning thereof seriously.
If any of you gentleman have overcome this problem of cognitive dissonance and general disinterest, PLEASE share your wisdom with me.
Also, does anyone know of an ULTRA-direct game guide, this is effectively the only method that has ever yielded any results for me, for both one-nighters and longterm relationships.