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Lines from a cold-approach conversation report in this thread:
Me: "What's the plan?"
Her: "Going to a bonfire later tonight, then I'm spending the night at my friend Michelle's house."
Reading this just now, I feel myself become stiff and numb. I have two instantanious thoughts:
I want to be there.
I will get rejected there.
Another conversation:
Me: "You're not just flirting with so I'll be a client, right?" (said this playfully)
Her: "Who me? Of course not! Don't be silly!" (sarcastic tone)
Me: "Hmmmm, do I detect a hint of sarcasm!?" (mocked her)
Her: "Just a little" (we were both laughing)
Me: "I like a girl who can make me laugh. Anyway, (shaked my hands outs) let's get down to business. Do you see any possible hair styles working?"
Her: "Hmm I playing around with a few ideas in my head..."
Me: "Ohhh! What kind of ideas?" ( I said this very very sexy!)
Her: "Just....a .... you know... just.. a few ideas for your hair..."
Me: (skeptical look) "This is gonna end up like Zohan isn't it!?" (dude bangs his clients after cutting their hair)
Her: "Let's just focus on one thing at a time, you're making me lose my concentration"
Me: "Ohhh sorry, was just having fun, let's get serious" (mockingly stern face)
Her: she busts out laughing! "Ohh stop, I really don't know what to do with you!"
Me: "I have a few ideas "
Reading this second one makes me squirm. This is a once in a lifetime performance for me. Literally, I have teased at this level only once. I fell in love with the girl and have not tried it since. I remember being so nervous that I thought I was going to have a stroke or something and die. It was so exhilirating. I'm 41 now. All this time has gone by and I have yet to put myself out there like this again. And I've been on here claiming that I'm practicing radical acceptance in the hopes that I will be able to do this effortlessly (read: without my heart jumping out of my chest) as a result. In spite of what I'm about to share, this emotional response has caused me to feel a thick, heavy-ass wave of inner despair. This is very normal, workaday stuff for me by the way, which should not surprise anyone reading between the lines in most if not all of the above posts of mine.
For now, I offer two resolutions. One is that the reason putting myself out there so makes me squirm is because I'm still working through the trauma. Well, the middle school trauma and the wave of failures to thrive that have been my lot in life since. I am in that category of people who lacks love of self. If I can't even read a transcription of-- or watch on TV or witness at a club-- a person being flirtatious and sexually communicative without deep-seated feelings of despair, I can't expect to feel anything different when I go out and compare my performance, in vivo, with those other performances or what I'm reading in my head but failing to put out into the world. So, I am in the right place, working on that. I hope writing this out works. I don't know what else to do at this point.
The second way I'm feeling ok-to-good about feeling the shit-feelings I just encountered as I read these convorsations is that I derived a moment of brilliance from doing so, which is as follows. Re: the first convo, after going through the self-effacement of craving the invite to the bonfire and subsequent invite into the bedroom for a threesome as if I was there, I replayed the convo in my head again, and I experienced a genuine, raw emotion which was identifiable as that which I know I have convinced myself I need to hide in order to survive, in this situation at least. That emotion is lust. Can't show lust. (Can't show interest. Can't show vulnerable side any which way. People will eat you up. Life will eat you up. So much trauma in middle school, oy vey!) This is brilliant for because I was still replaying in my mind, and so I could see the girl's response; and I don't usually experience "top level" emotions like that without supressing them. I really, honestly believe that feeling raw emotions during a visualization represents progress for me.
Rather than continue into that, I'll close this post by reiterating that competitive teasing-- genuine flirting of a verbal kind-- is the most fun, exhilirating thing I have ever experienced. I have yet to admit that I have only accomplished this one time. I've admitted it to therapists, actually. Each time I have, I've done so with a self-defeating attitude. Now, I'm trying again. I'm functioning at a low level but I return over and over to gratitude, radical self-acceptance, the visualizations, counting the breath, etc. Perhaps I'm going to have a breakthrough at some point. And perhaps when I do, I'll know what to do with it. Oh fuck it, I feel hopeless and stating that is the point of this blog post.
Well at least I said everything on my mind. LOL
Lines from a cold-approach conversation report in this thread:
Me: "What's the plan?"
Her: "Going to a bonfire later tonight, then I'm spending the night at my friend Michelle's house."
Reading this just now, I feel myself become stiff and numb. I have two instantanious thoughts:
I want to be there.
I will get rejected there.
Another conversation:
Me: "You're not just flirting with so I'll be a client, right?" (said this playfully)
Her: "Who me? Of course not! Don't be silly!" (sarcastic tone)
Me: "Hmmmm, do I detect a hint of sarcasm!?" (mocked her)
Her: "Just a little" (we were both laughing)
Me: "I like a girl who can make me laugh. Anyway, (shaked my hands outs) let's get down to business. Do you see any possible hair styles working?"
Her: "Hmm I playing around with a few ideas in my head..."
Me: "Ohhh! What kind of ideas?" ( I said this very very sexy!)
Her: "Just....a .... you know... just.. a few ideas for your hair..."
Me: (skeptical look) "This is gonna end up like Zohan isn't it!?" (dude bangs his clients after cutting their hair)
Her: "Let's just focus on one thing at a time, you're making me lose my concentration"
Me: "Ohhh sorry, was just having fun, let's get serious" (mockingly stern face)
Her: she busts out laughing! "Ohh stop, I really don't know what to do with you!"
Me: "I have a few ideas "
Reading this second one makes me squirm. This is a once in a lifetime performance for me. Literally, I have teased at this level only once. I fell in love with the girl and have not tried it since. I remember being so nervous that I thought I was going to have a stroke or something and die. It was so exhilirating. I'm 41 now. All this time has gone by and I have yet to put myself out there like this again. And I've been on here claiming that I'm practicing radical acceptance in the hopes that I will be able to do this effortlessly (read: without my heart jumping out of my chest) as a result. In spite of what I'm about to share, this emotional response has caused me to feel a thick, heavy-ass wave of inner despair. This is very normal, workaday stuff for me by the way, which should not surprise anyone reading between the lines in most if not all of the above posts of mine.
For now, I offer two resolutions. One is that the reason putting myself out there so makes me squirm is because I'm still working through the trauma. Well, the middle school trauma and the wave of failures to thrive that have been my lot in life since. I am in that category of people who lacks love of self. If I can't even read a transcription of-- or watch on TV or witness at a club-- a person being flirtatious and sexually communicative without deep-seated feelings of despair, I can't expect to feel anything different when I go out and compare my performance, in vivo, with those other performances or what I'm reading in my head but failing to put out into the world. So, I am in the right place, working on that. I hope writing this out works. I don't know what else to do at this point.
The second way I'm feeling ok-to-good about feeling the shit-feelings I just encountered as I read these convorsations is that I derived a moment of brilliance from doing so, which is as follows. Re: the first convo, after going through the self-effacement of craving the invite to the bonfire and subsequent invite into the bedroom for a threesome as if I was there, I replayed the convo in my head again, and I experienced a genuine, raw emotion which was identifiable as that which I know I have convinced myself I need to hide in order to survive, in this situation at least. That emotion is lust. Can't show lust. (Can't show interest. Can't show vulnerable side any which way. People will eat you up. Life will eat you up. So much trauma in middle school, oy vey!) This is brilliant for because I was still replaying in my mind, and so I could see the girl's response; and I don't usually experience "top level" emotions like that without supressing them. I really, honestly believe that feeling raw emotions during a visualization represents progress for me.
Rather than continue into that, I'll close this post by reiterating that competitive teasing-- genuine flirting of a verbal kind-- is the most fun, exhilirating thing I have ever experienced. I have yet to admit that I have only accomplished this one time. I've admitted it to therapists, actually. Each time I have, I've done so with a self-defeating attitude. Now, I'm trying again. I'm functioning at a low level but I return over and over to gratitude, radical self-acceptance, the visualizations, counting the breath, etc. Perhaps I'm going to have a breakthrough at some point. And perhaps when I do, I'll know what to do with it. Oh fuck it, I feel hopeless and stating that is the point of this blog post.
Well at least I said everything on my mind. LOL
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