TomGray said:
I'm tired of being on a stimulation ride: happy when I'm successful with girls, sad when I'm not.Even worse, sad when I THINK about being unsuccessful. I want to be constant with my emotions.
Anyway, what I'm really trying to ask is have you guys ever felt this way and, if so, how have you handled it? I feel like I'm almost putting on a mask when I go out and be confident, that this insecure person is who I really am on the inside and I'm tired of being that and tired of having to conceal it and not being able to tell anybody.
As always, would love to hear what you all think.
You aren't the only one... my life is an emotional rollercoaster. The four major ups and downs:
1) I meet a girl and have the courage to approach her, I feel good, even if it doesn't go that well.
Up.
2) I meet a girl but don't approach her for whatever reason, I will feel like crap for not making the move.
Down.
3) When I see, call or text a girl from category 1) more regularly and she's clearly having a good time.
Major up.
4) When a girl from category 3) starts showing less interest, or friend zones me, or I feel I'm losing control and it ends up being another failure....
Major down.
That last category hurts more than anything. I HATE feeling like that... I HATE it. It can break me for weeks on end when I liked the girl. Yeah whatever, call it oneitis, call me stupid, but when you don't have 5 dates a week and don't meet that many decent single women to begin with because you're 37 (as I am) and don't really have friends or a social circle, the ones you do find MATTER and it's hard to be "cool" and "act like you have abundance." Sure, I understand the theory and try... I laugh, play, tease, flirt, act confident, I think I do everything you're supposed to... but maybe they see right through me, or maybe it's simply a numbers game and I just don't meet enough women to find the one that digs me. I don't really have more than a date per month... and usually less than that.
I think I'm a decent guy... 5'11", 160 lbs, in decent shape, I exercise, and an working on gaining weight and starting some bodybuilding... I dress very well... make sure I am always well groomed and clean... I'm smart, make 140K a year, have a great job, own a home, no debt, 500K in the bank, have goals and ambition... I make good conversation with women I like... yet somehow I am still single.
Seeing everyone around me with a girl is another thing that really crushes my spirits. Sure many of those women are not attractive, but there are many guys I know who are slobs, dorks, who can't carry a conversation, who are just everything the PUA manual says you shouldn't be, with a nice, pretty girl... damn man, it just brings me down so much. I sit at home or lay in bed, or am even losing focus at work, thinking WHY? Why do all those guys have a woman yet I don't?
Then the
one girl I did have a real, meaningful relationship with two years ago broke up with me not because she wanted to, but because her parents forced her to have an arranged marriage... sigh. I was an emotional wreck wreck for 9 months. A pretty, sweet girl who would've married me if she could have. Gone. And recently a gorgeous HB9 whose number I got... who against all odds really liked me, even though she is WAY hotter than I am... she ended up being too hurt from a recent breakup to pursue a new relationship.... if only the timing had been different... she might have been mine, a stunningly gorgeous woman, exactly my type... those kind of "so close but no cigar" stories seem to be the story of my life. I never actually get the girl.
Then I sit at home and just brood man... I don't have much of a social life or friends. I analyze everything over and over... what did I do wrong... why didn't this work out.... I curse the gods one day and pray to them another depending on my emotional state, and it's not healthy man. Not healthy.
When I was with that one girl I was so happy. Nothing else mattered. She loved and adored me and I wanted to be a better person for her. I would excite her, tease her, hold her, go places and do things with her, etc, and it was just the best thing in the world. It really made my life better. I was happy. People saw it. Yet now, other girls seem to not want to give me the time of the day, even though I clearly have what it takes to make some of them perfectly happy... The weeks pass, turn to months, the months turn to years, and I get older and older without ever having another woman. It just really kills my spirit. I try to be upbeat, walk strong, smile, and be proud, but it's just so difficult when deep down inside you are so very
not happy. I end up snapping at people at work, fuming and stewing about my single-ness, and am afraid I am just turning into this bitter old man who will be alone forever
In all honesty, I would give up all my money, my job, hell I'd cut off my left nut if that's what it took. Just for that
one sweet pretty girl who wants me and turns out to be the one. I don't care about one night stands... I haven't had sex, since I was 18, almost 20 years ago... pathetic huh? But I don't give a fuck. At this point I just want love... not sex. Sigh. No, I'm not being clingy when I meet girls... at least I think not. So yeah... you aren't the only one. Clearly I am doing something wrong, and although I feel I have been improving my game the past year, no luck so far. Hopefully I'll keep at it and eventually end up with a nice girl. I would settle for a HB7 who's nice and loving. Maybe even a HB6 if she's really sweet. Is that too much to ask? That's all I really want in life now. It is my only goal. Nothing else matters. Hopefully you find one too. Because it really, REALLY sucks to feel this way.
To be honest, at this point I think it is my lack of meeting women. I need to go out and find them, but don't really want to be "that guy" hitting on girls 20 years younger than me in the mall. I am busy, work from 8 to 6, have a house and personal business to take care of, exercise 4 evenings a week (at home)... I just don't have time to spend my evenings prowling clubs and other places. That leaves the weekends... but where to go? And since I have no real friends, do I go alone and look creepy? Sigh. Maybe yoga classes? Cooking classes? If only I were still in college. Back then I didn't care about women, and they were everywhere. Now I care, but they seem to have disappeared.