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- May 14, 2019
If you get rejected or something, just move on, dating is a number's game at the end of the day, the trick is to just not get hung up on one girl but to move on if whomever you're trying to date isn't into you. Just be chill and patient and you'll absolutely find someone. Fake it till you make it, be the chad, not the virgin.
I will add to this something that my Pa says, but which took me some experience to internalize. If a woman is interested in you, you'll have trouble getting rid of them, not trouble getting them to spend time with you. They become nuisances. If a woman isn't going out of her way to see you she doesn't want you around.
I didn't really take this to heart until I wasted several months chasing a girl. I wouldn't have normally done that, but she was my ideal woman on paper. My friends didn't think she was that pretty, but I thought and still think she was the prettiest woman I'd ever seen; she met my specific tastes to a T. She was interested in a lot of the same stuff I was. I actually thought I had a really good chance, minus a few quibbles.
But, it was like pulling teeth getting her to do anything. She'd often have an excuse, but the excuse would sound reasonable for her personality, so I'd buy it. I also tortured myself with spergy phone games, you know, overthinking texts and fucking around with time and all that. She kept me a drip-feed of contact, punctuated by an occasional mediocre date, that was enough to keep my hopes up. I don't think she did it on purpose.
Eventually it got to where I was about ready to give up on it; in particular, I'd think about how she acted in contrast to my ex-girlfriend. My ex made an effort to see me at least once a week and would text all day if I let her. She was physically intimate. Second date I had with her, we were supposed to go to the movies, but I fucked up and got the wrong time for it. She said it was okay, though, and invited me to take a random car trip to another town with her.
Now, I wish I could say that in the end I realized what a dumbass I was and walked away with some shred of my pride, but I didn't; I kept going until the girl rejected me. But, it really drilled my father's point in to my head. The ex never made me feel like I had to chase. The other girl only ever let me chase.
But, it was like pulling teeth getting her to do anything. She'd often have an excuse, but the excuse would sound reasonable for her personality, so I'd buy it. I also tortured myself with spergy phone games, you know, overthinking texts and fucking around with time and all that. She kept me a drip-feed of contact, punctuated by an occasional mediocre date, that was enough to keep my hopes up. I don't think she did it on purpose.
Eventually it got to where I was about ready to give up on it; in particular, I'd think about how she acted in contrast to my ex-girlfriend. My ex made an effort to see me at least once a week and would text all day if I let her. She was physically intimate. Second date I had with her, we were supposed to go to the movies, but I fucked up and got the wrong time for it. She said it was okay, though, and invited me to take a random car trip to another town with her.
Now, I wish I could say that in the end I realized what a dumbass I was and walked away with some shred of my pride, but I didn't; I kept going until the girl rejected me. But, it really drilled my father's point in to my head. The ex never made me feel like I had to chase. The other girl only ever let me chase.
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