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It's true that there's no magic line and no short cut. But perhaps the best insight is realising that putting your balls on the line IS what makes you attractive. You can get blown out 100 times tonight and you'll be exponentially more attractive for it tomorrow, because you kept going. It creates a state in you that other people can feel. I'm on a slow journey myself but the steps I'm taking are meaningful (I judge myself by introvert standards as that's what I am) and all I know is every time I do something it would have been easy not to do, something that could get me rejected or ridiculed, I grow in stature in my mind and in the perceptions of others.
Yes, you're one of the ones that gets it. 
I met another woman a while ago: sweet, oriental, good person, and she's been texting me, wanting me to meet her friends and talking about places we could go together. When we met she asked whether I was married. I think she definitely wants me as a boyfriend, and I like her. I could easily go down that route. It has an entirely different appeal. It's another human being who likes you and wants to be with you. What could be more awesome? And yet...
I posted previously about going out and hitting a few sets and I did badly. Last night I did well on the first one (the cute girl who gave me her phone number and said she wanted to date me), still pretty well on the second although they didn't hook, and the third was fairly poor on my part. And you know what? The third is the one I'll look back on most fondly. These three girls, listening to me babbling and trying to figure out what I wanted to say, being cagey and acting like they were above me, me making a complete tit of myself, it made me feel alive. Because I knew that to be a tit in the eyes of these girls and not to care was life somehow. And if I was to be in a relationship and feel like I couldn't hit on women (I stood there and told these women "yes I've come out on my own. No I'm not just looking to meet people. I'm looking to hit on cute women") I'd feel like I was missing something. And the whole thing of "commitment". Isn't that just society telling you that it's your lot to put up with a woman's shit? Yeah, it feels good now, because this woman's doing things that make me feel good, but isn't this just some kind of honey trap? I might be cynical because of my background, but for fuck's sake, so many guys are in relationships and miserable. Are their wives/girlfriends doing all the good things for them that they did in the beginning? Or am I just being cynical? Could this one be different? Is there such a thing as an actual soulmate, someone who doesn't see you as a penis and and as earning potential? Or is that just Disney shit?
So has anyone else had this dilemma? Starting to get fucking high off game, and yet seeing the more conventional (and dare I say it emotional) path laid out as well and feeling like that could be good. How did you decide? Do I just feel satisfied with one woman who really cares about me, with another human being who is of equal value and who has great things to share and is willing to share them with me? Or do I want to become the ridiculous, seductive animal that I feel I was born to be?
Discuss.