| Hello you old seadogs
Title of this post seem intriguing? It should be.
I had a mild nervous breakdown about a week ago when I realized that I had become a walking penis. This is a result of a lifestyle trajectory that has propelled me into an increasingly one dimensional man. I am worried that this condition could plague the community, however, it serves as a crucial gateway along the journey of becoming a better person.
Let me tell you about the moment when the realization finally struck me...
I'm at a club, with buddies. We're all a bit tired and have an early flight in the morning, but it's our last night out, so we're having a few and seeing what happens. Enter the Estonians. Gorgeous women who we were working with. The ringleader, Elsa, has a thing for me, maybe. Her friend approaches me and asks why I'm playing so hard to get with Elsa...
I know damn well why: because she is a classic Alpha female who wants nothing more than my attention before she crushes me under her heel, but I'm not giving it to her, and shes embarrassed in front of her friends.
I decide that I like her friend better while shes bringing me onto the dance floor to look for Elsa...
I start to dance with her friend, shes soft and sexy, I like her much better, a real nice girl. She looks nervous, we make out, she pulls away, starts speaking anxious Estonian, looking around frantically, and runs away. My friends and I stand there laughing. Elsa is on the dance floor, we ignore each other.
Later, I see the friend again. Her name is Heidi. She says that Elsa is better than her as she looks around the club. I tell her that's not true, but it's too late. Elsa has her on lock down, and I'm a walking penis.
I bump into Elsa in the hallway, she smiles. We get close, I figure I'll give her what she wants. I go for a kiss, she pulls away. Fuck. I tell her we need to talk.
I ask her whats going on with us. She looks frustrated. She compares me to a friend of mine and says "I like Kyle because he's a genuinely nice guy. You, you're just an asshole with good looks"
BOOM.
Epiphany.
Normally, most guys might like to hear this comment. In fact, I've heard this comment from several women who've I've achieved successful results with. Normally, it would just add to my game. But not this time. After many similar signs accumulating over the course of the summer, this represents my diminishing personality and lack of inner game. It hurt because it was true. I was depressed for a few days and am still feeling the affects, but this was merely the straw that broke the camels back after a long saga of events.
The question is, how do you rediscover your personality? How do you become less of an asshole without being fake? I feel like a shell of a man.
Perhaps realization is the first step, but then what? _________________ some will rob you with a six-gun, some with a fountain pen...
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