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FAQ: >Do girls/guys like <insert specific look>? >What do girls/guys think about <an insecurity including, but not limited to: looks, physical traits, personality traits, virginity or otherwise lack of dating experience>
There is no one answer. Preferences differ, but complexes are always a turn-off.
>I'm shy and afraid of people/rejection. What do I do?
Get over it by practising and exposing yourself to it, little by little, step by step. There is no single magical moment that will instantly change you forever.
>I like someone. What do I do? >How can I tell if someone likes me?
Ask them out.
>Where do I meet girls/guys?
Anywhere outside. Or online.
>Someone did something insignificant. What does it mean?
Nothing significant. You're overthinking it.
>XYZ happened. Interpret this for me please
We're not in their head, we don't know.
>This person did something that hurt my feelings. Why do guys/girls do this?
Because shit people are shit people. It's not a gendered thing.
>Someone has made it super clear they're no longer interested in me. Do I still have a chance?
>Where do I go on a first (or subsequent) date?
Pick one or more of the following: coffee, lunch, dinner, drinks, ice cream, movies, zoo, aquarium, museum, art gallery, <activity in your city>.
>Brandon, that guy who keeps asking about cuddling in platonic friendships and fart guy
Hey guys how do I stop being angry at women? I notice it especially with girls my own age (not quite so much with older ones) that I just have some kind of weird defensiveness/nervousness/anger when I talk to them, especially when I meet them the first time.
I always feel like they're just going to see me as some nice little boy and not take me seriously and so I have to act mean or something to get them to take me seriously, but I think that's really bullshit and probably makes it much more difficult to connect with people.
I met her at work two or three months ago and I fell in love. I've been pretty clear with my intentions and I think she probably knows I'm romantically interested. The thing is, I'm almost sure these feelings are not reciprocated. I don't think she avoids me or dislikes company, but I've noticed very few signs of genuine interest, and I'm always the one inviting her to everything. Sure, she's shy, not very outgoing and doesn't has many male friends, but overall I think things are looking pretty hopeless...I could provide more details but long story short, a month ago she made it kind of clear that she wasn't particularly interested in a relationship with me.
But the thing is, it's been a long time since I last felt like this for a girl. Call it oneitis/limerence if you want, but I can't stop thinking about her. Is it a bad idea to casually tell her that I like her? I already "accepted" rejection, so that's not a problem. I think I would be more at ease if I could hear a "no" from her mouth, to drown every last bit of hope I possibly could have. It's either that or wait it out until my feelings for her start dwindling.
>Be me >19y/o in college >Economics major >I've been talking with an 8/10 girl, lets call her Jane >Super sweet and nice >My heart melts whenever I see her >We get close >I find out she has a boyfriend named Jake (not real name) >Seems like trailer park trash >Apparently her parents knew his family so they wanted her to have a relationship with him >Sometimes she comes into class with bruises >She tells me she fell down the stairs or tripped or something like that >Her happiness starts to become faint >One we were eating lunch after class and she broke down >Told me all the stuff Jake did >Everyone's concerned >Rumor gets around >Jake finds out >Jane is too afraid to break up with him >I start hanging out more near her house >I want to be there in case Jake shows up >Normally just do hw in my car >One day I see Jake pull in to her driveway >He's steaming mad >I try to duck down >I spill my drink all over the car seat >Completely stained >Tried bleach, didn't work
>see a topic saying, "Dude, just be confident to get girls!!" >tfw 26 and never had any female attention ever >tfw missed out on teenage relationships >tfw went through hellish years of university without any social life at all >tfw never had any social life or acquaintances since 18 >tfw lift weights but will always be ugly >tfw resentment is too cyclical to motivate me >tfw never been to a party or pub or club >tfw you need friends to make friends / get a gf and after that all you do is jockey for status and act as entertainment for women >tinder / internet has confirmed that women only care about top tier Chads and have extremely easy lives >too middle class and quiet for slags, too ugly and nerdy and quiet for middle class girls, don't fit in anywhere
So what do I do, apart from losing all hope and empathy for other people? It seems like society is a major scam. Picrelated, the thought of going to any social event is a joke by now. The only thing people talk about is social subjects.
I make a rule of not socializing with coworkers, and I should not have broken it. This may take 2 posts, it was THAT bad.
6 coworkers met at someone's house under the pretense of "Irish stew". I grudgingly accepted the invitation and arrived at 2 pm (when I was told to come). I brought traditional soda bread that had to be baked first. The host made a bit of a stink about using the oven when he had other things in there, but I told him I wanted it fresh.
The stew was still cooking and the host was already drinking alcohol at this time. In the middle of a conversation with a member of the opposite sex, the host tells me, "Please, no talk about politics. PLEASE not today". I said if more people talked about politics we would be in a better country, and he got very argumentative so I just dropped it.
I was drinking apple juice that I brought over and the host kept trying to get me to have a beer. He was obviously intoxicated and starting saying how maybe I would be relaxed and "cooler" if I had some alcohol. It was pathetic, like peer pressure from a high school TV show.
Anyway, at that point I became withdrawn and went for a walk. I came back right before dinner, and that is when the fun started.
He made "Irish stew" with beef, carrots, Worcestershire sauce, black pepper, hot sauce, oregano, tomato, and various ingredients. I started telling others that proper Irish stew should only contain mutton, potato, onion, and water, and that beef, tomato, black pepper, hot sauce, and other ingredients would not be available then and therefore it was a modern stew, not Irish stew.
We started eating and someone asked me about what I had said about real Irish stew. The host looked annoyed so I told him. He turned red and told me if I didn't like it I could "get the fuck out and take my apple juice with me".
Literally every baby boomer, even people older than them, says that to those who are in their teens and twenties. It's supposed to be encouraging, but for me? Constantly thinking about my fleeting youth and life nearly send me into a panic attack.
I'm turning 26 in June (male, I don't consider 30 old, maybe 40+ or so), but I've felt like an old man since I was 19, which I think started when I started college a year late. On top of that, I started balding at 18, and I had to start shaving my head when I was 21. My bald crown, which reaches to the back of my scalp, became noticeable when I was 22, along with other treasures like back hair and a gross mustache I have to shave off whenever I can.
The reason I bring this up is because I feel like my "best years" were taken from me before they even started.
What am I supposed to be doing with my youth? Go skydiving, mountain climbing, hitting bars and going to orgies? I don't plan on getting married or having children, so if that's what people refer to when they say "you won't know how valuable your youth is until it's gone."
Am I alone in thinking there's too much pressure in enjoying your body and life before you get wrinkles or whatever, or does it only apply to normies who go to the beach every weekend and have wild sex parties before settling down with a wife, kids and an office job?