no, i have no intent now but as a dopey ass kid i did. i ask chicks out all the time, i just possess no game and automatically get friendzoned...

Yeah I can't say I'm in the same boat.. Had girls since I was abt 14, now a few years later and I'm engaged to the most awesome girl in the world (more awesomer than the other guy who said something similar :p)

Just go out a bit more.. clubs, theatres, whatever's your thing and fingers crossed! :)

I can relate, I just turned 19 and have like never had a girlfriend, but I got sum friends.. So thats what keeps me from getting depressed about it, been lots of opportunity's, i just never wanted to pursue anything because I still live at home for one.. and well.. Im pretty fuckin anti-social and weird.

But dont worry man, there are lots of really desperate fat bitches out there. Iv even thought to myself, if shit gets to tight and I dont have nobody at least I can get find one of these desperate bitches that will cook and clean for me or sumthin. Fuck.

lol

Different people have different priorities. It doesn't even sound like you're that interested.

I have had a fair share of Gf's in my life, some I'm not so proud of, others I'm surprised I got. I'm 16. But honestly, I never really think about getting a girlfriend, it's just more work I gotta put up with and more stuff to worry about. But it seems like whenever I'm just chilling talking like normal or whatever, I get a girlfriend without trying. And usually she asks me out, or makes the first move, because like I said, I don't really WANT a girlfriend. But once you get one, make sure you treat her properly and all to make sure you don't lose her.

I'm in the same situation, 19 though. Right now it mostly has to do with the fact that I basically don't have any people I consistently spend time around; a lot of the time there's long stretches where I'm just by myself. I kinda feel a little out of touch but that's about it; I don't think there's any loneliness or aggression there.

Amateurs.

20yo virgin, never had a gf.

In high school, I had 1 or 2 opportunities, but blew them. Stupidity, inexperience, whatever.

Now in university, I could easily get a gf if I chose to. I'm being quite serious here. I get tons of looks in the hall and in class. I've made a bunch of female friends, and old girls from high school are even showing some interest. And if I was really desperate, my friend could hook me up through his whole network of acquantances.

I just choose not to.

Perhaps 'choose' isn't the right word. I really don't have the time for a gf. Between work, volunteering, and studying (I'm a keener) there's no time. Sure, if I just wanted to slack through school and barely pass, I could have a gf. But I can't. Need that 4.0. And when I do get a gf, I want to do it right. Not half-assed.

Do I regret it? Yeah, of course. Some intimate companionship would be nice. Am I lonely? Not especially. I've still got my family and friends. Success comes with a price. I think my priorities are straight.

Or maybe I'm just making up excuses and I've got a deep-rooted psychological fear of relationships stemming from my parents' failing marriage.

Your call.

(I'm probably going to regret this post. I seem to be spilling alot on totse these days.)


*ObZ

not to mention the fact that when you get a great paying job from all the work you did in school, you will be able to pick and choose from the highest crop of beautiful women.

So, are you saying you've just never been in a committed relationship but you've had sex, or you've never had any kind of intimacy with a member of the opposite sex.

I choose the latter. Can I have fries with that?

not to mention the fact that when you get a great paying job from all the work you did in school, you will be able to pick and choose from the highest crop of beautiful women.

No, you won't, because you'll be socially awkward and nobody will want a 30 year old virgin, which will turn into a 40 year old, 50 year old, and finally a 105 year old virgin.

I'm 18 years old, never been in a relationship. Doesn't really bother me, unless people happen to be making fun of me about it.

same here.

right now i have other priorities (mainly massive self-improvement plans that eat up a shitload of my time, but have fantastic pay-offs) and it doesn't bother me that much. The time for relationships will come, no doubt, but right now i don't really want invest time in that.

I'm not, really. Although I am sort of worried about this...

No, you won't, because you'll be socially awkward and nobody will want a 30 year old virgin, which will turn into a 40 year old, 50 year old, and finally a 105 year old virgin.

This thread is a depressing list of loserism excuses.

It's really nice when you're like that and don't give a fuck. It's when you get lonely and sad that it becomes a problem.

Losers? Because they are 18+ and girl-less??

Hardly.

Beware of late starters, often they end up getting more cunny than the rest of us.

But they missed the crucial hotness age of 16. It gets pretty hard to fuck 16 year olds when your over 20.

well if you are going to kill yourself you might as well ask a girl out before shooting your self.

Lolz.

Losers? Because they are 18+ and girl-less??

Hardly.

Beware of late starters, often they end up getting more cunny than the rest of us.

I wish to hear more of this, it intrigues and excites me.

Intriguing *and* exciting? Fascinating.

I don't see how late-starters could catch up to people who have been working already.. unless the became like mad players.. lol

So...so you're saying I'm going to wake up one day and become a mad player!? Well that's a relief, I thought I was gonna be a loser my whole life! I guess life really is fair :)

But how do they start? One thing I've learned is that things don't just magically work themselves out on their own - you keep doing what you've always been doing, and you get the same results.

Ya think?

Actually the older you get, the easier it gets. Hell I'm 40, flabby, saggy and my teeth look like a shit covered Stonehenge on a foggy morning and yet if I wanted I could have wall to wall 13 year old + cunny....and without recourse to duct tape...

And almost every 16 year old girly ever has wanted an older boyfriend (ie 18+).

Ya think?

Actually the older you get, the easier it gets. Hell I'm 40, flabby, saggy and my teeth look like a shit covered Stonehenge on a foggy morning and yet if I wanted I could have wall to wall 13 year old + cunny....and without recourse to duct tape...

And almost every 16 year old girly ever has wanted an older boyfriend (ie 18+).
Ohh, you're just completely insane. I thought I'd discovered something wonderful for a moment :(

I'm not gay, just unmotivated.

Bullshit.

Ohh, you're just completely insane. I thought I'd discovered something wonderful for a moment :(

What he's saying is true. I've seen numerous real-life proofs.

What he's saying is true. I've seen numerous real-life proofs.
I don't want to be flabby, I don't want my teeth to resemble Stonehenge *pouts*

I don't want to be flabby, I don't want my teeth to resemble Stonehenge *pouts*

http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b116/horta/zaehne-1.jpg

Its taken me 20 years of red wine drinking, 60 a day smoking and 5 litres of coffee daily to get them to this degree of total absolute panty wetting unresistableness.

I suffer for my art!

well at least your not missing any......yet.....

Dont worry man, i'm 23, virgin and never had a gf/relationships. Solo all the way!

I'm 17 and never had the fortune to have a girlfriend. I basically blame this on the chronic acne i have had since year 8. Well I'm on roaccutane now, so hopefully once my skin clears up the girls will take a bit more notice of me.

Unless you're horribly physically deformed to the extent that people want to vomit when they see you (ie you're a ginger) then how you look doesn't really play much of a role...except if you feel it limits you/kills your self confidence.

My cripple kid does alright for himself (he's dated some stunners) despite a crook back (almost a right angle) , being in a wheelchair and dribbling in his sleep.

Its your attitude that controls your altitude not your acne.

when you want a girl you can't get one, when you don't want one they flock to ya.

It's the way the universe works. Act as if you are not trying to impress a girl and act naturally, people say that works.

qfmft

qfmft

If you keep doing what you've been doing (aka "be yourself") you'll keep getting what you've been getting. Surely?

Unless he thinks he was being himself. ... but wasn't, just a tuned down in his head more acceptable version of him

Just stop carin dude, bout relationships, too much bout what others think. Usually when i get laid is on the days i couldn't care less if humanity died that day as long as they serve me my damn beer

Unless you're horribly physically deformed to the extent that people want to vomit when they see you (ie you're a ginger) then how you look doesn't really play much of a role...except if you feel it limits you/kills your self confidence.

My cripple kid does alright for himself (he's dated some stunners) despite a crook back (almost a right angle) , being in a wheelchair and dribbling in his sleep.

Its your attitude that controls your altitude not your acne.

Wish I had Ketch genes.

Except all the ones that make you retarded that is.

I'm 21. Slept with about 6 or so girls and not any one of them meant that much to me really. I liked them and stuff, but at the end of the day I can't remember half of their names. Generally drunken moments of silliness. When I used meet a girl I was interested in, I used to worry about whether they'd had a lot of sexual partners before (i.e. I didn't want sluts). Now my problem lies with worrying if they have relationship experience. I have a fear of what comes next. Its not a good place to be.

My point: Don't sleep around with girls until you can be in at least one relationship. Otherwise you can end up in my position.

this is true lol

Hitting 22 very closely, never had a relationship, got always shot down and rejected with some harshness.

I swore that if I didn't get any before 18 that natural selection laws are trying to tell me I shouldn't add my genes to the piss lake that is the human gene pool. then I re-thought it over and over. Thought of how my hideous, pimple-ridden and visually grotesque acquitances back when I was 16 got easely laid. Thought that God had to be too busy to be fucking around with me, thought that this comes with the same logic naturality of an apple falling off a tree. If you hit your head on a wall repeatedly, you get brain dammage, right? Well, if you don't get any bitches before 18, Nature indicates you were not ment for reproduction.

Then you hit university and think those stupid youngster years are over. You get your first demi-dates, only to be shot down at THE END of each one. Bitches didn't want to miss a free dinner or movie, even when they'd preffer a .50 caliber to the head instead. I guess free swag buys each one of us.

You realize how surprising it is that every single bitch that has rejected me isn't dead and distributed in duffel bags all over the entire country, and then you realize you cannot blame them for failure. For your failure.

Then you think that maybe you are rushing things too fast, that you are STILL inexperienced. You read every single book on the subject to the verge that you make your friends suffering from the same malady to win a bitch and get some confidence, and once more realize is not working for you. After you lose some good female friends thinking you might have a chance at winning them due to "privileged info", you once again realize that something is wrong with you, something OBJECTIVELY wrong.

You are not hideous. You are not socially inept. As a matter of fact you always make crows laugh at your jokes and comments, you organize almost every D&D session for them, have a good time etc... You acknowledge that, fuck, must be something latent in you that only pops out whenever you become interested on a female. Something so visible and grotesque as growing many twitching atrophied limbs and pus sacs all over your body each time you smile, each time you try it out, only to dissapear when your guard is down.

Then you grow some extra pair of bawls and flip a finger to the world, telling you don't need women, that in fact, you are better without those souless sacs of talking meat glued to a vagina. You show off like a macho nailing autosuggestion and misoginy in your mind that you never wanted nothing more besides sex, thar we are all animals but that they are bitches and any man that succeeds with women is because he treats them how they deserve (thus creating an unbreakable bond of attraction, as women are attracted to jerks, right?).

You realize that with time you have lost interest in women. Not because you have grown over them, no. Because fear of rejection is carved in your rotten piece of shit you call a heart. Fear breed hate and hate becomes more powerful every day, less noticable if you are smart enough to hide it and interact socially as expected. Then you realize that women are beings, that they bleed and feel and think, that they too have their problems. Problems you never seemed to see. And just when you realize women arent evil whores that live off your despair, reality comes around and beats you in the face with a bill board-sized fist that reads: DOESN'T CHANGE THE FACT THAT YOU STILL SUCK.

In conclusion: You get a glimpse of the truth. Women cannot love you. Cannot feel nothing for you. Why? Because you are different species? Because you are different? You cannot know. You only know that you provoke the same reaction as an ogre or a home-made abortion. You inspire repugnance and fear. Then you live with it, knowing it only manifests whenever you show interest.

Then when you think all is over... Then he suspicions being. Did my friends laugh with me or at me? Did they pretend all along due to pity or was it genuine apreciation? Obviously, they must have forced their smiles and good actions. Then amnesia hits in and you forget, actively, any good deeds that could proof your sickening mind that it was all real.
How can they want me as a friend? No, they wanted me because of what I can give, right? I mean, it's fucking obvious!

Finally you shy away of your friends and family, and of who ever commits the error of showing you apreciation. Why? Because it is fake. It is forced. It is a bad joke and you are the punch line. They are mocking you. And they will only stop if you show them the true meaning of nightmare. Of pain. Of HATE.

Better to be feared than loved falsely. Better to be despised than ridiculed. You thrive to make your name, your presence a joy-killer. You like to see how life is ebbed slowly from them whenever they adress you, like some sort of Plage God. A Death God. Serves them right for so much mockery right? That is the price of ungratefulness.

All this goes trough your mind because you still believe they meant something. And just when you are about to lose it completely, you do the only thing that could help you a bit. Go to a shrink. They tell you its called schizoid mentality disorder. You nod and congratulate yourself you consulted the books instead of going personally.

To this day I realize rejection had made me now hate women. Not every woman, not because they are of different gender. Not because such stupid reasons, I might be going crazy but not losing lights. Just because they show any apreciation.

Because when you least want them, the more they flock to you. They think you are misterious, they think you are cool. I don't know what the fuck they think, if its hormones to blame or if its that mechanism I said before, which seems to reverse its effect on them when you do not seek them. I do not know.

Why? Because when you fall to their lies, you get rejected again. Endless? Probably. I didn't want a woman besides me. Met a nice girl, who promised to learn my language over the next year, who promised to pass a whole summer with me. For me. She asked phone number, adress... I would have given my blood type if it was necesary! Turns out that she never replied my calls for company, she sent one or two and quickly excused herself after. A little investigation made me know she has met a guy. And that they are a fucking right now as I write this words.


What do I know in the end? It is all lies. The sun will always rise, each day someone days and someone is born, and that I will always be alone.

Welcome to my world.

Now get the fuck away before I want to stab you.

Ya think?

Actually the older you get, the easier it gets. Hell I'm 40, flabby, saggy and my teeth look like a shit covered Stonehenge on a foggy morning and yet if I wanted I could have wall to wall 13 year old + cunny....and without recourse to duct tape...

And almost every 16 year old girly ever has wanted an older boyfriend (ie 18+).

A hot older boyfriend, with confidence (and a car). Not some creepy old fat dude with ugly teeth. I said hot 16 year olds not mundane 16 year olds with low self esteem.

I think your saying you need confidence and I agree but these guys who are saying that they're too busy for women and blah blah blah... These guys don't have confidence and the longer they wait the harder it will get.

If you spent half as much effort on attracting women as you did on writing this post you would be swimming in pussy.

I said hot 16 year olds .

You think I wasn't talking about them?

.. not mundane 16 year olds with low self esteem.


Let you in to a little secret, the 'hotter' the girl the more likely it is that she'll be racked with insecurities IM not inconsiderable E.

Let you in to a little secret, the 'hotter' the girl the more likely it is that she'll be racked with insecurities IM not inconsiderable E.

I disagree.

I believe the exact opposite to be true.

I disagree.

I believe the exact opposite to be true.

You have every right to be wrong.

2 girlfriends, but that was when i was 16. 18 now, and i cant be bothered any more. + im too much of a tight ass to dish out money

It gets pretty hard to fuck 16 year olds when your over 20.

Maybe in memphis. I haven't seen many young girls that didn't prefer older guys, and you're unlikely to get arrested for it even if it's illegal where you are, as long as you're not stupid.

Although getting a girl pregnant when you're too young to take care of a kid even if you think you're not, can be much worse than not getting laid till you're in your 20s.

Hey Man I Feel Your Pain...
(Not Anal Pain In A Jail Cell With Horse Cock Harry)
I Have Never Been in A Relationship I did Go out With a girl last year because she forced me to she did'nt want to "do anything" but Jibber jabber...
so one day i just stopped talking to her and she wont stop txt messaging me to this day.. wow it's been over a year..
:D
Basicly Know Her Before you Start anything especially under peer pressure of course this could solve that

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Of Course Just Kidding...

Somewhat Sincerley,
Kombineanarchy
Please Dont Comment On My Poor Story Structure I Failed my State Writing Exam Twice :)

I'm soon to be 19 and am a virgin with little relationship experience. I thought all my excuses were original but after seeing everyone else, even people older than me, use them they really seem pathetic.
after reading this thread last night i went out and got a 60 of vodka and a large box of condoms. tonight i'm calling this chick I know is into me but Ive always put off doing shit with cause she's way the fuck out of my league and I ain't too nice to look at wen i'm naked (lanky).
thank you for inspiring me by showing me how much of a loser I could have become.

Post an update when you're done.

do you by any chance smoke bud?

do you by any chance smoke bud?

No. That is the funny part. No drugs, no meds, no alcohol, no nothing... Only HATE.


Sorry to disapoint you. If I had any I'd tell you, lol.

Good...

Good.

Feel the hate flowing through you.. feel the true nature of the Force... Join the Dark Side.

Your name is no longer Ronin13... You are now Darth Ronin.

I hear random spree killings are much more effective if people work as a team. Are you free Friday?

You're just depressed man, depressed and lonely. Things can only get better from where you are, but try to lessen the hate. Just fake it. Give it a go man.

No. That is the funny part. No drugs, no meds, no alcohol, no nothing... Only HATE.


Sorry to disapoint you. If I had any I'd tell you, lol.

nah it's just that a little bit of what you said, like the doubting parts are what i get kinda from smoking weed alone.

anyway that was one of the saddest posts i've ever read.

People, people, I just re-read my post and realized I have something to hate even more than unfortunate women that smile at me... MY GRAMMAR! Jesus what an abomination!

Too lazy to edit anithing now. I wrote all that very angry and with blurry eyes (not because of tears. I was goddamn sleepy too. When you call your pillow "you miserable whore" and blame it for losing you car keys you know its time to take a nap).

In any case, I have some things to tell you guys who quoted my post:

As for "Feds in Town"... On a second thought, I just realized what your username means. LIKE HELL I AM TELLING YOU IF I KEEP BUD OR NOT NOW!!

As for "Rocko", dude, you just realize a guy named "Agent 008" asked me to join something about the "dark side of the Force" or something... I think he wants me to realize I've been chosen by Illuminaty and asked to join a shady branch of the "Force". Police Force? It looks I now work for the CIA? Shit! Didn't see that comming!

YOU GUYS AREN'T MAKING IT EASIER!

No, now no jokes. I was kidding.

And seriously, thank you "Callumpimp", but I simply cannot. Example story:

A few days I began again university, my last year, so I hope when I finish I get to burn my dean's car. Or to fuck his wife, if that midget whoreson has any besides his hand.

I spoke to old friends and one of them (she's female) tells me there is a girl I should meet. I see her, and I am lost. Worse than a deer in a monster rally. Turns out she is almost as tall as me (don't like short girls), good measures, wasp waist, long straight silky black hair reaching half her back.... Dark eyes like a godless night and guess what?
She likes weapons! Not only she does, but she practices kick boxing AND female boxing! Knows about every shady subject I could possibly name!

We spent two afternoons talking about knife models, poisons, criminal organizations, crime scene investigation... You name it! Even survival and urban exploring! FUCK?! Today I saw her in class, realized she writes left-handed. I smiled at that, she turns around and gives me such a wild stare I could have popped her an eye thanks to my insta-boner.
She tells me after that she thought I was looking at her breasts. I answer that no, I was not, but if she can stay still just a second so I get a better look (once you have been shot down so many times, you lose all shame and perspective of a better tomorrow). She laughs at it and lets it pass.

I thought that it was nice of me to scare women actively, rather than make them run for the hills by a simple "good morning". I left two hours before class ends (not mandatory to assist) and told her and near by friends that I had things to do at home. She promptly stands up and gives me the warmest hug I've ever recieved from someone not from family. That, and she must know about pressure points because her pointy nipples caused bruises there!

I arrive home zombified, with the idiot smile of someone who recovers hope and confuses that tickling sensation on your heart with love and not a heart failure (especially when the tingling goes onto your left arm). I call my parents, tell my mother I've met the girl of my life, she laughs gladly and I am unable to do anithing besides small talk. I hang up, out of my mind watching the turned off tv thinking that all this seems to perfect, almost movie-like. I laugh at the thought that I should be now smoking happily, a-la hollywood cliche.

Then that common friend calls me. She keeps bugging me with stupid questions of the girl I like (even when they are friends for more than 2 years! What can I know she doesn't already know?). I realize all this babbling has a purpose, to pull my tongue and make me confess I like her. I smile at the infantile behaviour, but before I can say anithing it is she that tells me her friend likes me but is creeped out from all the violent conversation. That she sees me better like a friend. As my insides twist and mutate, as my heart resumes its usual coma, I manage to cool my thoughts and play as if I did not want anithing with her in the first place, that she looks fine but no, I am not ready for a relationship, etc...

I hang up the phone, walk to my room and sit on the bed. I smile. No more tears, no more feeling bad. I can't.

I hold my favorite combat knife in my hands, sheathed, admiring its shape, weight and recognizing what a wondrous tool it is for me (I-phone? Who fucking needs one?). Not because it is sharp. Not because I can draw blood with it and end lives. Not because I could save one, including mine. Because it is always there. It won't reject you, it won't leave you and will always repay your kindness with loyalty, not like women. Not like she.

I lay back and keep smiling, only that this time it is not a grin full of hope and love. It is the smile of a dead man. A man that cannot cry or feel bad for any other thing than the fact he forgot how many times he's gotten hit in the same spot and haven't learned to crouch, block or dodge.

Sun comes out, someone dies every day and I'll always be alone. Hehe, same fucking song.


...



And then I remember I still got firecrackers left and an very concerned neighbor. Making enemies is good.

TL:DR
If you can't get a gun, tall buildings are an effective method. And remember: Not across the street, but down the road.

Wow dude. I read both of your (long) posts and I can feel that 1) you are intelligent, and 2) you are emotionally intense.

This is a highly interesting, but potentially explosive combination. Anyways, that's not the point. The point is I feel bad for you and I want to help you.

If you want we can talk on msn for a while. I am a woman so hopefully I can give you a better perspective on things. I can tell you where you are "doing it wrong", provided that you won't take offense.

I was 18 when I had my first relationship. It lasted 2 months. Nothing sexual happened, and I liked it. Another one a few months after, and once again nothing sexual. I was waiting for miss 'right'. I found her, we took eachothers virginity, and I married her.

They lived happily ever after.

See, there are two kinds of people (in a very basic manner of speaking). One will be promiscuous and date many times, simply attempting to score with each partner (and often date more than one person at a time). The other will wait patiently and feel down occasionally, but will live a long and happy life with a family of their own.

I have come to the conclusion that I am not meant for relationships and companionship.

Various reasons spring to mind, but most notably of which is that I have nothing to offer. I am merely a shell, going through the motions.

A peirrot mask both laughing and crying.

Life is nothing more that a series of events that hammer home my complete inetptitude with anything to which I try my hand.

Never had a bird, never had a appreciative smile returned.

Trying not to let those feelings spill over into hate, trying not to one day just end it all.

I have never had a meaningful relationship with anyone, all I feel is numb, this pervades my life and all my actions.

Whenever I see a girl I find attractive, I feel guilty, as she will most likely look at me and find me wanting, in what respect? It matters not.

The saddest thing of all? I am 24 years old, this is not teenage angst or trying to find my niche. I have many years ahead of me, which will be spent alone, but really that is nothing more than I expect.

I indulge in self-destructive behaviours in an attempt to subsume myself, to try and alleviate the feelings of inadequacy and self-indulgence, does it work? No. Do I continue on regardless, damn the torpedos, devil take the hindmost, who dares wins? Yes. It matters not.

To anyone who usually may read my posts, apologies for the departure from form I am feeling rather askance today and hence will not be posting to my usual standard.

Fuck it, not even much point even posting this at all, except as a stream of consciousness catharsis.

No-one cares about my self-indulgent puling. Fuck it.

Wow dude. I read both of your (long) posts and I can feel that 1) you are intelligent, and 2) you are emotionally intense.

This is a highly interesting, but potentially explosive combination. Anyways, that's not the point. The point is I feel bad for you and I want to help you.

If you want we can talk on msn for a while. I am a woman so hopefully I can give you a better perspective on things. I can tell you where you are "doing it wrong", provided that you won't take offense.


Thanks for the offer. I used to take offense for everithing before. Hell, there is a part of my life where I became a knife-freak and had many fights armed. I used to carry four different pocket knives hidden between boots and rest of the body. It wasn't till a year after that idiocy evaporated that I realized how instensely stupid I became for no reason (*stabs himself accidentally* "Shit! Is this what I do to people? I am jerk!). Now, I let the knives at home. Now I carry knuckle dusters! Kidding again... In truth I just carry my lawyer's dictionary (a tome of bigger thickness is unheard off since biblical times. You could deflect bullets and split faces with it! And if all else fails, you can sue them too. Win-win!)

In any case I must refuse your aid. Better use your time to, pfff, "Write a novel". Lol. In case you need psycho-killer information (background, behaviour, methods, etc...) feel free to ask me. I might soon qualify. Joking again. After so much time (and I talk as if I were 50 years old and been in every war around the world) learning how to hurt, maim or kill your fellow man I've realized that no dead guy I know has came back to tell me how it is "out there". Have my beliefs, have my experiences but both elements seem to be so tricky that 1) They are unrefutable evidence that there is an afterlife and its like I thought it is on most aspects 2) There is no way anybody else will find answers if you try to show them (you are more likely to be pilled away). So in conclusion = life is precious as it seems we cannot possibly find what the Hell awaits us after it nor can we show each other our findings. Avoid snuffing your fellow man as much as possible. So for the element of violence, it is high in me, but I've learnt not to cross the line if I don't need to.

And you see, before I met the Mrs. right of the previous post I had passed over a couple of years practically ignoring women as much as possible, thinking it a lost cause. Then this summer got played by a girl who promised me the world and found out why she wouldn't reply my e-mails. Laughed bout the fact I expected this to be a serious relationship knowing I met her during... SUMMER. Seems her hormones poked a hole in her brain, the same her current boyfriend must be filling it with dick, so to say. Then, when the year began professionally for me (started Uni) I laughed at the idea of asking whichever force rules this side of the universe for a sign. Then she popped up, that Mrs. perfect, and just when I thought the nightmare was over and that I'd be soon practising cunnilingus techniques on her... BAM! Foiled again. Long story short: I don't want help. I just can't bring myself to care anymore

I'll try my best to focus this year with being successful in my studies and not to knife someone.


And as for the guy who suggested me if I couldn't get a gun I should try tall buildings (sorry, didn't see your username in time)... WELL FUCK YOU! You don't realize what rope length I'd need to get and how I'd have to haul so many detestable individuals to the roof of a sky scraper? Plus the lift says only 400 kgs of capacity! How do you think I'll carry them all up there? "Hey, you four guys get up, and wait for me, ok? I promise I won't make you wait too much. The bus should be here any minute with the rest of you."

Unless you explain to me how can I lift a building in my arms and pommel around with it... Meh, not useful!




People, I'll be going now to the Uni. My teachers are the second thing that piss me off more than women. The other day one of them spent two hours venting about how he did this and that and what a rockstar he is at the Courts. Unwarranted self importance, methinks, but must keep the bastard happy in order to graduate... You said mind games? You don't know what those are until you meet this guy!


"I kinda like you... Uh, I am giving mixed signals here and..."

"Oh, don't worry baby! I am too busy trying to pass to care! What page did he say we were on?"

"You never listen! BAAAWWW"

And life goes on.

Goddamn this thread is full of misery.

Thanks for the offer. I used to take offense for everithing before. Hell, there is a part of my life where I became a knife-freak and had many fights armed. I used to carry four different pocket knives hidden between boots and rest of the body. It wasn't till a year after that idiocy evaporated that I realized how instensely stupid I became for no reason (*stabs himself accidentally* "Shit! Is this what I do to people? I am jerk!). Now, I let the knives at home. Now I carry knuckle dusters! Kidding again... In truth I just carry my lawyer's dictionary (a tome of bigger thickness is unheard off since biblical times. You could deflect bullets and split faces with it! And if all else fails, you can sue them too. Win-win!)

In any case I must refuse your aid. Better use your time to, pfff, "Write a novel". Lol. In case you need psycho-killer information (background, behaviour, methods, etc...) feel free to ask me. I might soon qualify. Joking again. After so much time (and I talk as if I were 50 years old and been in every war around the world) learning how to hurt, maim or kill your fellow man I've realized that no dead guy I know has came back to tell me how it is "out there". Have my beliefs, have my experiences but both elements seem to be so tricky that 1) They are unrefutable evidence that there is an afterlife and its like I thought it is on most aspects 2) There is no way anybody else will find answers if you try to show them (you are more likely to be pilled away). So in conclusion = life is precious as it seems we cannot possibly find what the Hell awaits us after it nor can we show each other our findings. Avoid snuffing your fellow man as much as possible. So for the element of violence, it is high in me, but I've learnt not to cross the line if I don't need to.

And you see, before I met the Mrs. right of the previous post I had passed over a couple of years practically ignoring women as much as possible, thinking it a lost cause. Then this summer got played by a girl who promised me the world and found out why she wouldn't reply my e-mails. Laughed bout the fact I expected this to be a serious relationship knowing I met her during... SUMMER. Seems her hormones poked a hole in her brain, the same her current boyfriend must be filling it with dick, so to say. Then, when the year began professionally for me (started Uni) I laughed at the idea of asking whichever force rules this side of the universe for a sign. Then she popped up, that Mrs. perfect, and just when I thought the nightmare was over and that I'd be soon practising cunnilingus techniques on her... BAM! Foiled again. Long story short: I don't want help. I just can't bring myself to care anymore

I'll try my best to focus this year with being successful in my studies and not to knife someone.


And as for the guy who suggested me if I couldn't get a gun I should try tall buildings (sorry, didn't see your username in time)... WELL FUCK YOU! You don't realize what rope length I'd need to get and how I'd have to haul so many detestable individuals to the roof of a sky scraper? Plus the lift says only 400 kgs of capacity! How do you think I'll carry them all up there? "Hey, you four guys get up, and wait for me, ok? I promise I won't make you wait too much. The bus should be here any minute with the rest of you."

Unless you explain to me how can I lift a building in my arms and pommel around with it... Meh, not useful!




People, I'll be going now to the Uni. My teachers are the second thing that piss me off more than women. The other day one of them spent two hours venting about how he did this and that and what a rockstar he is at the Courts. Unwarranted self importance, methinks, but must keep the bastard happy in order to graduate... You said mind games? You don't know what those are until you meet this guy!


"I kinda like you... Uh, I am giving mixed signals here and..."

"Oh, don't worry baby! I am too busy trying to pass to care! What page did he say we were on?"

"You never listen! BAAAWWW"

And life goes on.

Dude, people like you need to be locked away. I don't know what the fuck your dysfunction is, but chill the fuck out son.

Smoke some weed or something, you're batshit insane and I'm sure it shows.

Dude, people like you need to be locked away. I don't know what the fuck your dysfunction is, but chill the fuck out son.

Smoke some weed or something, you're batshit insane and I'm sure it shows.

I dont think he's insane. He's very talkative, though.

I'm 18, never been in a relationship. At first it was probably becasue I was shy, now I am just not around attractive girls that often, so i dont have the chance. And im not good at just going up to random girls and starting a conversation. The key is to just be outgoing. If you are outgoing its usually quite easy to get a girlfriend, from what i've seen.

Heh, I'm quite outgoing, and most often I start talking to random people like they are my old friends - but it seems that most people are not as chill as I am, resulting in them looking at me as if I'm from another planet, and not participating in the conversation.

Now that blows, since I hate the boring "small talk" you're supposed to make with strangers. If I don't "connect" with the people I'm talking to, I feel like it's not worth my time, cut it short and leave.

Wow, I can definitely relate to this Ronin13 guy. The intensity! Don't lose that!

Yeah, it sucks unbearably, and it opens your eyes to just how shitty people can be. But all you can do is go out, meet tons of people and make enough mistakes to learn from.

And just once I'd like to make some bitch feel as bad as she made me feel.

haha. Ronin.
Did you know that your name in Russian means wounded.

Anywho, you seem like you need to chill and work on interacting with people, it will help you in the future. I like how you said that girls are humans too, because sometimes you can get the feeling that there are not.

Try to be less creepy and more talkative around people. Think before you say something(and that is the key), and ask yourself, would it sound odd if a person i know two hours, started talking to me about the conspiracy of 9/11.

Also, stop being a pretentious cunt. From what i see, you're no different from me or anyone else on this forum(i say this forum because most people are a little different then us(i am not saying thats the good thing). I am wierd and odd but i can get laid, i can get a girlfriend, why cant you?

So be chill and act normal, and i know you think you are smart (now shhh.) and since you are smart, you can fool everyone else to think that you are normal. Once you fool everyone and make a girl fall in love with you, you show her your real wierd self, she will most likely like it.
So think of it as a game.

And know that i love you.
Your Tempist

Hey, back from Uni. This is the last time I decide I can wait the next bus... I've walked so much I wouldn't be surprised I find I've grown a pair of extra toes!

This post is to reply all of you who qouted me or reffered to me in any manner.

-As for Rykoshet: I understand. It is a part of me and my past I do not repent nor regret. I am just grateful that things didn't get out of hands. I also understand you might have not read it all through (Hell, not even I feel like correcting any grammar, knowing I'm risking a seizure!). There is a part where I mention that after all I've leanrt (life, martial arts, fights... you name it) that I've decided not to go so trigger happy (or "handle-happy", considering I only own bladed weapons and not firearms), that I shame myself and my parents as they have not taught me to behave like a beast. That and Hell, I am finishing (hopefully this year) my Law studies. So even if I am tempted I know it must be wrong, since there is a State-interested punishment for it, right? Just note that sometimes my language is far to violent, and note too I thoroughly enjoy black humour (no, not Bill Cosby... He's good, but I don't mean that).

For instance, I was asked today by a close friend what I think from our dean. I replied I'd like to see him like a frying pan. "Frying pan? How's that?" "Easy! Hanged by a nail trough a hole in the head and with his inner side blackened and exposed to the naked eye". Since they know me we laughed our asses off. Just then someone else asked me if I had the chance to do him anything and not get ever caught (like if I cannot pull off those by my own) I told him I'd break in his car and steal the pillow he surely uses to get to the steering wheel (the guy is shamefully a shorty. I've seen cute little short girls taller than him in my class. Man, if I suck at getting women... Unless he has a 10 inch dick, I don't know...


-As for Writting a novel: Thanks for your help. Do not get me wrong, I was not mocking your kidness. I was making a joke over what you could do better than trying to convince me to keep going. Thanks though, sorry if I insist too much.


-As for Winston_smith: That is what I wanted to say. I don't have problems interacting with people, much less women. I am not ashamed of anithing, as a matter of fact, it is who makes the translations between my not so linguistically proficent friends and attractive female foreigners. The thing is I always know the result of meddling myself between them. How do I compensate it? Well, I've spent five years doing urban exploring and some other bizarre activites. Became a fan of survivalism, and my daily routine keeps me enough mentaly occupied to just crack into myself by the end of the day, just when it is too late to strangle a whore. Kidding. Don't choke bitches, pay them and let them do their business. The release happens to be the same. Or so mates tell me.

-As for Smallpox_champion: Dude! Your username made me snort my coke! Wait... That isn't right. I mean I was having a coke-cola and it ejected itself out of my nostrils, not that you made me indulge in drugs.



-As for Temptist: Hehe, thanks for telling me. "Rajnen" would be in croatian (can't spell it for you since you northern pravoslavni chose that cirillic grammar which I cannot read yet. I only got "radioactive" somwhere written, just in case a find a black case with that written over, so not to become wore than "wounded". "Insta-fucked" would be more appropriate in that case.

To let you know, I am no conspiracy loonie. I think goverments of the world, especially the US goverment has way too many shit to care of to have time to be pulling the strings soo good and not being able to take care of a dying economy threatening us to a Mad Max lifestyle. When I mention survivalism I meant to say "outdoorsmanship" (I think you english speakers call it that) and things like orientation, self treatment of wounds and ailments, etc. I really don't mean blaring 24 hours a day the "nukular" holocaust is inminent and that the jews are to blame (I personally like jewish people, I just mention it as a recurrent subject that loonies babble over with).

As a matter of fact, I don't go around giving tips of how to slay your problems! I had just met the girl I mention somewhere back in my post when she made a joke to one of my close friends of how spanish women (old times, like grand-grand-parents) used to make their children fall a sleep by giving a glass of hot milk with a few drops of belladonna (deadly nightshade you call it). I correct her and say that even on small doses that would make their kids uneasy, accelerate their heart rythm and constipate them for a few days.

In any case, I'll post a sample conversation with that girl in the next post. Don't want to make your brains bleed from exposure

Thanks for advice though.

_Back! This one is for Tempist. A sample of what things I said to that girl. Sorry if I am boring you people. Just want to make this shit clear. You are making me think that you think I must be some kind of retard with no social skills... Or maybe you aren't all the way wrong, hehe.

What I mean to say is that I have no problems speaking to the oposite gender. I only see another memeber of my species that has the physical endorsements that make her obviously a female. No more no less. And if those endorsemens I like, then I feel attracted to her. Let me mention that by endorsements I do not mean just breasts, curves and vagina. I mean every single detail from voice to behaviour. But no matter she meets or not my preferences I still see a PERSON. And why should I feel uneasy around this person? Fear of rejection? I've gone over that. Now it is not fear, it is a one-way comical result that every time happens if I show interest of relationship or sexual intercourse. If I ask her what time is it or even if we share some common affictions I can be the best friendly guy you ever meet.

Also other thing: When I talk around about weapons and all those things that cause women cardiac arrest apparently, I do not express grafically what happens when you use them. I just inform as if I were about to sell you one.

For instance, the girl I mention somewhere in my posts she said old-times spanish women (say XV century) would give a small dose of "deadly nightshade" (belladona) in a hot glass of milk to their children, so to make them sleep easier. I correct her that even if its a urban legend (she was actually making a joke), it is fake as that plant causes cardiac arrest (thanks to overactivity) and restrains secretions, so that said children would be tripping balls more likely than feeling sleepy.
She looks at me with surprise, I think "great, just scared her away and I wasn't even interested in her". THEN SHE TELLS ME I AM RIGHT! That atropine has those effects. We spend hours talking on the subject.

Another piece of information I gave her was when she mentioned she wanted to get a weapons permit to know what it feels like when you shoot a firearm. Also that it would be good to have around home to protect herself. I tell her she should not get a hunting permit as she'd need medical and tactical examination (test about recognizing endangered local fauna, so you don't finish off an endangered bird or something), not to mention you'd too need to purchase an insurance to assure sufficent compensatory payment for any accident you might cause (like shooting a guy you thought it was a bear). I also tell her to forget about short firearms (pistols) as those are only given out if you are security personnel (cop, army or bodyguard) and that the cheapest option is sport shooting (ranged targets and those flying plates), and that a two-shot long barrel shot gun is enough potent to rip to shreds any attacker
she'd meet, and that the only thing she might need is to get used to the recoil, to avoid unpleasant surprises.

She wows, another girl who's a long time friend pats my back and tells her I'm a pro (like fuck, I don't even own a firearm. Just getting informed for the future). I mention too I am quite a customer in local stores of the subject. AS A MATTER OF FUCKING FACT. She told me she felt uneasy around the boys at her university lodging, and asked me if I could get her a self defense spray. Got it for her the next day and taught her how to use it properly and some techniques to avoid being disarmed (like "don't be an ass and extend your arm forward unless you want it broken, as some men will laugh at the fact that you, a supposedly inferior being, is "acting" tough).

That is how I talk about all these subjects. Not within two hours of meeting like you said, Tempist (made me laugh). This time it happened little bit before because she mentioned and I felt it was fair to let her know what she was getting into. Turn out she talked too big time about criminal organizations, etc... I mean, the lady is well versed in the subject to be apalled by whatever I should say. I was obviously attracted when I saw I had found a female to share such addictions. She too enjoys outdoors, martial arts (practises too!) an all that. And then, pff, she's scared of me. What did I miss here, damn it?

Prior of meeting her I sat down smiling with glee, thinking that every bitter bastard like me gets a chance, that life is fair and that all this long wait and suffering is just a joke compared to the beatiful person I'm about to open my heart. What will it be next?

Sometimes I catch myself thinking I want to pull back the skin off my face, and expose the bloody visage more fit and attuned to so much rejection. The other day I was watching Silent Hill (film) and joked silently that even Pyramid Head gets more chicks than I do even if he walks around soaked in blood and bearing a 7 foot knife.

You know, I'll tell you the only time I've been sure a woman gave me a "all clear" signal. I wandered looking for a store and ended up in a back street where you'd find many stranged characters lined up on the streets. There where groups of women talking to themselves and shady, lonely men watching them from afar. I turned around to ask directions and saw a magnificent black woman approach me. Beckon me.

Turns out I got lost into the hooker street, and that all those lonely men were either shy customers or anxious pimps.
I smiled, said no thanks and found my way out of there. But I didn't feel bad. Now I know at least hookers don't seem afraid of me.

wow, that's all i can say about this thread...

wow

Well, Ronin, I can honestly say I can relate. It's amazing how shitty people can really be, and that goes double for women. It seems like if you aren't getting pussy left and right by 18, you're black-listed for life. The way I look at it, when you reach that point, you have two choices in life:

-Shove it all out of your mind and concentrate on becoming rich and successful.

-Be shitty and depressed all the time and drink yourself half to death until you finally snap and wind up in jail.

Personally, I fall somewhere between the two. I'm making an effort at getting educated in my field and trying to secure a good future, but by the same token I'm miserable all the fucking time, and the last time I boiled over I lost my job. I live alone in my tiny apartment and don't know my neighbors, and the only person who really counts as a friend lives 60 miles away in the same town as my family. I hate everybody I go to school with, and I hated most of the people I worked with (you know, back when I still had a fucking job). 19 years and I've had no relationships at all. I have to make shit up to keep people from finding that out, because once that little fact is out in the open, that job is over.

So, what keeps me going? A combination of survival instinct, morbid curiosity, and a passion for the few hobbies I have.

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Same as me in some aspects, dude. That is what I have focused my life on now: being succesful in whatever I want to be (principally my career). Honestly, being successful doesn't mean (at least for me) being over everybody else. I don't ponder people's opinions. Success for me is to get rich enough to be able to retire from humanity and focus on self realization.

What hobbies keep me alive: Martial arts, survival and outdoors, learning new self-sufficient skills (computers, electricity, masonry, etc), my carreer, Dungeons and Dragons (good laughs and times always and computer gaming. Also lately I've started to like cross-country jogging. Those things keep me going on.

Oh, and lesbian japanese pornography too, I guess. I only grief that human life expectancy isn't over 500 years, which is probably the minimum time I'd need to watch all of the available titles.

I approve this message.



edit: Just went back and read, and this thread is fucking ridiculous. Ronin you seem to be that guy that just needs to stop talking.

I approve this message.



edit: Just went back and read, and this thread is fucking ridiculous. Ronin you seem to be that guy that just needs to stop talking.

Hey, ThunderChunk, don't be so harsh on me. I know I am guilty of very long posts, but consider this: It's been almost a year and a half since I've posted ANYWHERE. &T used to be the only page I'd post anything. I'ts been a while.

Oh, and don't tell me just to shut up. Expand it and explain why should I do so, if you can.

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edit: Just went back and read, and this thread is fucking ridiculous. Ronin you seem to be that guy that just needs to stop talking.

I'll take Ronin's posts over half of totse. At least he's trying to say something instead of spewing a bunch of misspelled memes like everyone else.

It's reassuring to hear stories from people who have it worse than you.

Ronin, are those "how to socialise" books any good?

I'll take Ronin's posts over half of totse. At least he's trying to say something instead of spewing a bunch of misspelled memes like everyone else.

QFMFT.

Ronin, your posts, while long, actually mean something. From what I've read of this thread, I'm going to list a few possible problems you might have that could be impeding your success with women. They may or may not apply, but if you consider them, we might find out what the root cause is.

How do you dress?
Do you wear a certain style? Example> punk/emo/goth/skinhead nazi
Do you bathe every day?
Do you look like a serial killer/rapist/scary person?
How do you carry yourself?

When you talk to people, do you dominate the conversation?
Do you bring up topics linked with violence? Example: weapons, martial arts, violent acts like murder/rape/etc.?
Do you give off a scary motherfucker vibe, essentially?

What I'm trying to get at is if you look scary/act scary, women will obviously not connect with you because they don't know you and won't want to take any chances. Your best bet, I think, is to be more mellow. Of course, I don't know you. The tone I'm picking up from your posts suggests a repressed violence in your behavior. Women pick up on body language and vocal tone, so if you hint at being creepy, they'll pick it up.

Don't give up hope. You're obviously not a fucking dumbass. You have something to say, and when you figure out how to socialize a little more effectively, you'll be fine.

Prior of meeting her I sat down smiling with glee, thinking that every bitter bastard like me gets a chance, that life is fair and that all this long wait and suffering is just a joke compared to the beatiful person I'm about to open my heart. What will it be next?


When I say this keep in mind that I'm younger and less experienced than you and haven't gotten to the point of trying anything anyone would think anything of in terms of women.

But I think this is your problem. When you're interested and focused on and need something, you pretty much end up expressing it outwardly, and people notice. When your interests are out of proportion with what people are used to, they are unsettled; its the uncanny valley effect, with something being subtly off just-so being the most disturbing possible. If they view the whole process as relatively more casual and inconsequential, your attitude might seem inappropriate and out of place.

As for how to deal with that, a gradual restructuring of how you think about things and approach life is the obvious answer. Whether consciously manipulating that process is a good idea, I don't know. Letting natural pain and enjoyment do their thing has a natural tendency to lead you in the right direction, but obviously that can sometimes fuck you up. Bringing your own hand into it, you can't really know that you know what you're doing and that might have a greater chance of messing up.

In the end you just have to wing it and not expect perfection. As long as you get some enjoyment out of life its not so bad.

QFMFT.

Ronin, your posts, while long, actually mean something. From what I've read of this thread, I'm going to list a few possible problems you might have that could be impeding your success with women. They may or may not apply, but if you consider them, we might find out what the root cause is.

How do you dress?
Do you wear a certain style? Example> punk/emo/goth/skinhead nazi
Do you bathe every day?
Do you look like a serial killer/rapist/scary person?
How do you carry yourself?

When you talk to people, do you dominate the conversation?
Do you bring up topics linked with violence? Example: weapons, martial arts, violent acts like murder/rape/etc.?
Do you give off a scary motherfucker vibe, essentially?

What I'm trying to get at is if you look scary/act scary, women will obviously not connect with you because they don't know you and won't want to take any chances. Your best bet, I think, is to be more mellow. Of course, I don't know you. The tone I'm picking up from your posts suggests a repressed violence in your behavior. Women pick up on body language and vocal tone, so if you hint at being creepy, they'll pick it up.

Don't give up hope. You're obviously not a fucking dumbass. You have something to say, and when you figure out how to socialize a little more effectively, you'll be fine.

Over the years I can say I've becomed more bitter and violent, giving off that "I'mma murder you" vibe you mention. I've checked all of the above and to be honest I think I'd qualify for good results. But on the other hand there is too much violence in my language too sometimes (not subjects, just expressions). Unless asked for honest advice I won't talk about violent subjects, but sometimes I slip.

I remember we had a moot once were we were put in two groups and had to defend given opinions. Well, turns out the class idiot (not clow, just plain stupid) tried to act funny and retorted my answers by getting to personal matters. Let us pretend we are talking about stock exchange. One guy tells how this whole thing started and the advantages of investment and other guy retorts with "lol ur gay". You ask him to focus on subject and he continues with half assed jokes embarassing all of us (both parties). I smiled at a personal regard and told him, grinning and in deep but calm voice: "Normally I would feel offended but comming from a THING I cannot consider a being but just a PREMATURE ORGAN DONOR, nah, I feel not even slightly startled".

You can guess why the even the teacher looked at me. When pissed about something my replies may seem like threats, although I consider them just mere manifestations of the anger inside. Like taking off the lid of a boiling cauldron. You'll get steam and a smell of what is cooking. Now it seems I smell of "get the fuck away" to women.

I want to thank too "Chicken of Doom" (I missed you skim-reading all the posts).

In any case, I know yuo are all giving me suggestions on how to improve my situation, but I think I have not been all clear with you people.

After so much shit from women I started to dislike having a relationship. I avoid not women, but situations that can be flirtatious or bring up the subject, and lately, almost anything that will bring some comfort to a woman. Like when you are asked by a friend "do you think I am fat?". Last time I replied "do you have a boyfriend?". She said she has and my answer to that was "they why the fuck you are asking me then?". Just being an asshole. I recall one long time friend of mine had becomed really annoying with her meaningless problems about why men don't look at her, etc... I had decided time ago too I didn't want to see this person any more due to other shit, and she asked me if I find her attractive. First thought was that "heh, bitter bastards have their day too", but knowing she was just fucking around with me and had already given me subtle hints that I am a no-no, I replied "you already know I want to fuck you and that you won't let me."

"Oh you are such a moron, etc!" "How insensible you are, and I gave you my trust, my..." My answer: "After a time you started to give me head, but not the one I like, more like HEADACHE." She left, and haven't heard of her. Not regreting nothing.

Well, like that it has been these years till I met that stupid bitch with black hair I mentioned somewhere else. Now going back on tracks. I simply cannot stand them when they start all their games and mindfucks. Got tired of it.