I guess one of the high points of being practiced in the area of picking up and dating women is that I can still be successful even when I feel like utter shit.
Half the time, I have to fight to not hate my life these days. My hatred for my job and my overall feeling of frustration with day-to-day life is poisoning my ability to be happy. I just walk around with a scowl on my face, spitting venom about everyone and everything in front of me.
Except when it comes to pick-up. When I’m in the bar I am able to stay suave and transmute my self-loathing into charm. It takes finesse but I think I’ve mastered it.
I’ll be on a date commenting about this and that and the girl will laugh and touch me and say, “You’re so funny.” No, I’m not – I’m being serious, you just think I’m joking.
Thing is, when I’m in situations where I just want to be a blunt asshole [Click to Continue Reading…]
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Lately I feel as though my life resembles the beginning of Fight Club.