Sometimes I read these woman profile and i start hating her. I didn’t even know her, but I hated her. I hated everything she represented. I hated her long flowing hair. I hated that phony little smile of hers. I hated those flawless blue eyes – the dimples on her face. I hated the way her profile said she was looking for a “nice guy with a good sense of humor.” I sat there furiously staring at the screen on my computer, as the message, “ chosen to decline your instant message at this time” flashed in the background. But it wasn’t “at this time.” She just didn’t want to talk to me. Not now. Not ever. Screw her. Who the hell is she to deny me the chance for a date, the chance to show her what a great guy I am? How could she just ignore a perfectly nice, normal guy, which would treat her like nothing less than a princess? She’s probably talking to some jerk off loser that has no personality and would treat her like the scum of the earth. All she must care about is looks, looks, look.
The anger continued to build on this lonely night It was like nothing seemed to be going right in my love life. I was a lonely, insecure, emotional wreck, stressing more and more each day over finding a girl. Life isn’t anywhere near where I had expected it to be. Every day, week, and month that went by with no success was beginning to feel exponentially worse. It had been four years since my last serious relationship. At the time I figured I’d be okay. I’m a good guy, great sense of humor, always nice to women. I’m no model but I sure could be a lot worse off. Of course I’d find another great girl as soon as time ran its course. But days turned to weeks. A few more weeks I kept telling myself. Weeks turned to months. Don’t worry Joshua, you’ll find what you’re looking for. It takes time. Months turned to years. The excuses and self-denial began to set in. “I don’t want to be in a relationship at this point in my life.”
“I love hooking up with different girls and being single.” These lies were repeated so frequently that I almost started to believe them.But why couldn’t I get a girl anymore? The truth was, meeting a girl was no longer easy like it once was. During college I had all the opportunities in the world. Girls were everywhere and it was easy to at least meet somebody. As college ended and I transitioned into the real world, things were no longer the same. Sure there were bars and clubs post college life, but the girls that were willing to talk in these places weren’t exactly the bring home to mom type and all the good looking girls seemed to have their guard especially high up. If I had a dollar for every beautiful girl that told me at this point in my life, “I would never meet a guy in a bar,” I would have been a rich man.
Outstanding, flawless game is required to win over these types, something that I did not possess at the time. Unfortunately, the same went for meeting girls at coffee shops, museums, or any other social situation. It just wasn’t for me. I was always the, meet a woman through friends type of guy, which enabled me to win them over with my personality. But with the dwindling supply of girls to be set up with, this option was no longer available when I needed it.
My confidence was falling by the day. I felt helpless and completely frustrated. After long periods of building loneliness, and a desire to once again have a meaningful relationship with a woman, I turned to the only option I saw left – online dating. I pondered doing this for months but never pulled the trigger. I was too scared. But enough was enough. There was nowhere else to turn for someone in my hopeless state of mind. Sure this wasn’t how I dreamed of meeting my future girlfriend or wife. But life doesn’t always turn out the way you plan. Besides, online dating had come so far in the past few years and I’d heard a lot of great things about it. Whereas when online dating originally started out it was something to be embarrassed about, consisting mostly of weirdoes and desperate people, it has evolved into a common and mainstream way of meeting people. What the hell I figured. At the very least, I won’t be lonely. I’ll always have a date. So I tried a one-month subscription out. That’s when the ultimate devastation came upon me. After months of working up the courage to join an online dating site in order to avoid loneliness, something terrible and completely unexpected happened. After one month I could not get one single girl to go out with me! Not only couldn’t I get a girl to go out with me, I couldn’t even get a response! Ten emails written. No response. Twenty emails written. No Response. Fifty! Still no response! So I signed up for another month. Same thing. Another month. SAME THING! Curse life! Curse every girl in it. Here I am, sitting here on an online dating that I’m paying for to get me dates, and I can’t even get one damn girl to respond to me!
I’m a good guy for crying out loud! Don’t they read my profile? Don’t they realize I’d be good for them? Is my picture that bad? I felt cursed. Reduced to nothing. I slowly began to accept my fate: a lonely, pathetic, loser. There was nowhere left to turn. I had exhausted every option. If I couldn’t even get a girl to talk to me online, what else could I possibly do? Then one day, I came to a depressing, yet enlightening realization. There are tens of thousands of people on this site. Attractive girls like Susie487 were probably getting upwards of one hundred emails a day and possibly ten to twenty instant messages at a time every time they logged in! In real life not many people have the courage to approach Susie. But behind a computer screen is a different story. Us lonely guys were like locusts, hiding behind computer screens, pouncing on every beautiful girl we saw. Susie and all the pretty girls just like her weren’t terrible people. They weren’t phony or lying when they said looks don’t matter. Girls like her really were just looking for a nice guy with a good sense of humor. Unfortunately, they were being bombarded with so many messages it would be impossible to respond to even one/one hundredth of the guys that emailed them! The unfortunate truth that I began to realize is that online dating was ten times more competitive than real life. How could I possibly penetrate through all the other guys on this site
Part 2
When feeling TERROR standing next to a hot woman you are not thinking about how soft and warm her titties will feel or how good she fucking smells or how she shaves down there and 'you'd like to see it' - those thoughts are on two COMPLETELY different wavelengths. In other words, you do not have vibrational access to good-feeling fun yummy thought when you feel like shit and are feeling fear, anxiety, depression, unworthiness, ETC! Oil and water! They don't mix! You don't have vibrational access!!!
When I was learning from a sound engineer, he began demonstrating the various frequencies of sound waves. He started with a super low bass note. We could see the woofer moving in and out, producing the sound wave, but no one could physically HEAR the sound. As he cranked up the frequency, ahhh, there it was. A low pitched growl. NOW we could hear physically HEAR (vibrationally interpret) the sound wave because it came within range of the human ear. He continued to do this, the pitch got higher and higher (BEEEEEEEEEEP) until it began sounding like a mosquito radio, or a dog whistle. You know, that high-pitched ridiculously annoying squeal. Some dude to my right goes, “Where'd the sound go? I don't hear it!” I'm like “How can you NOT hear that? It's so fucking loud and annoying!” The teacher said he couldn't hear it either. Others in the room could, others couldn't. He then cranked it up even higher. Suddenly, the high pitched squeal became PERFECT silence. But, visibly you could still see the sound water pulsating, sending out sound waves. But our physical human ears could not hear the high pitched frequency anymore – it was now out of vibrational range. In other words, we lost vibrational access to it. The sound wave disappeared or anything, it still exists somewhere in reality, but we are no longer able to vibrationally interpret it, in other words, to HEAR it. Can you guess where this is going? Your Higher Self *IS* a reality!!! You just can't see it, feel it, taste it, touch it, smell it, BECOME IT because you are our of vibrational harmony with it. Oil and water.
Whereas before in that lower frequency state of fear, anxiety, or depression you would see a hot girl and only be able to think of thought or actions/behaviors along the lines of some bullshit idea. “Fuck I'm gonna be nervous or tense, I'm going to do THIS weird tick or THAT one.. she isn't gonna like me.. I'll run out of things to say...” etc. But NOW by being in that higher mode of being and gaining NEW VIBRATIONAL ACCESS to these higher fluffier lighter feeling thought forms(thoughts are held together by the Law Of Attraction too, they're physical things!), you see that dime and you think, “Fuuuuckkkk. Just LOOK at those soft legs and that short mini-skirt. I can see her hot ass hanging out. I wonder if she has panties on... Holy shit this girl must taste incredible. She's fucking MINE tonight.”
How you do that is by reaching for the thought that feels just a little bit better and then focusing on this for 10 seconds. Why 10 seconds? What's so special about this time? It has now been scientifically proven that when you hold a “pure” thought for 10 seconds, once you reach that time a like-frequency thought will join it due to the Law Of Attraction matching these things up. Remember, like attracts like. Oil and water molecules. When you (after 10 seconds of “pure” focus) changing your point of attraction and incrementally move up the vibrational scale feeling just a little bit better about whatever subject it is you are focusing upon, you now are OUT vibrational range of the lower-vibration thoughts. Oil and water. Get it? You literally can't THINK OF that depressing weird shit anymore when you get out of range. Anytime you are feeling extreme negative emotion, it's your higher Self trying to show you in the form of Emotional Guidance that your current actions and behaviors and thinking are WAYYY off course to manifesting what it is that you are truly wanting in your personal reality.
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