Something
in this post made me realize that I have a very serious problem with my game.
Actually, I've noticed many bad habits and flaws in my game during the wave of depressive realism that has been sweeping over me during the past couple of days.
But this one is, um, rather egregious. It completely undermines my on-campus interactions.
It usually goes something like this:
Surveyor, handsome, well-dressed, well-mannered, and otherwise more attractive than he used to think, confidently starts a conversation with a girl, deep dives her, builds rapport, overuses plausibly deniable conversational turn-ons, does slightly dominant and otherwise hot things, makes really interesting and intelligent conversation, etc.
Girl often gets turned on. Usually she doesn't feel comfortable showing it. Not even to Surveyor. For a variety of fairly obvious reasons, including but not limited to ASD, Surveyor not showing intent, the public and broad-daylight nature of the venue (sometimes a bus), etc.
Surveyor then either a) fails to close b) fails to follow up c) fails to make moves d) comes back in zombie mode.
This drives women mad, not wild. Sometimes it's torture, and not the exquisite kind. It's even worse when she thinks I'm out of her league, and I implicitly showed interest because "every human being is valuable" or "she's a female, and chatting with females is fun" or, worst of all, "I need some momentum".
With this realization, I get a new perspective on many significant interactions I've had at college.
Among other epic fails:
-My upcoming FU report. An extreme case but it happened.
-My all-time favorite classmate, a girl whom I later gradually developed deep feelings for, quickly started chasing me blatantly, then put up walls, made plausible excuses to avoid interactions, and then got withdrawn and depressed (obviously not solely because of this, but it can't have helped).
-A textbook case of the above pattern with a Nordic classmate. Per usual practice, I've shared further details only in chat or PMs.
-The aftermath of my spontaneous cuddle on the beach (see above posts).
-After I innocently told a mildly interested classmate that I thought flirting was a recreational activity (see above), she proceeded to string me along.
And countless others. Even if it's just having a nice conversation and then taking my leave when she wishes I'd stay or exchange info.
I have no words. Just...