LearningSlowly
Master Don Juan
At AlexLefty's request, I think this will be my first ever "theory" post. I generally write in my own journal or write advice (been doing a lot more advising than gaming recently) but here I'll try to write something I've been giving a lot of thought to recently.
Who Am I?
Often I look myself in the mirror and ask myself that question. I'm pale, bad skin, my hair looks awful unbrushed, and my body looks like a 13 year old boy.
How am I supposed to then embody the "You Are The Prize" belief, that so many posters advocate?
My end goal is a very high caliber of girl. She is beautiful, creative, spontaneous, social and engaging. She laughs often, and talks to people much less popular than herself without noticing the gap.
I haven't met this ideal girl yet, but I'm looking. I am not looking to settle for anyone less, for any almost-there girls. Many guys make a mistake here, and believe that they might have plateaued—this girl they just met might be the hottest one they'll ever be able to get, and they'd better hold on to her while they've got her.
I, on the other hand, will treat an HB7 (or shallow HB9) as temporary practice. She will come into my life, I will learn what that type of girl likes and does not like, and when another, better one comes into my life, I will have the life experience to handle the situation.
Rather than believe that "I am the prize," I know, with complete certainty, that she is NOT the prize. This girl is not the girl I'm waiting for, and deserves no better treatment than any other person passing through my life. That statement holds whether she is a HB6 or an HB9.5, whether she's a genius or a fool, whether the sex is awful or great.
How will I know when I've found the right one?
Well, I suspect that I'll treat her like she isn't the right one. I'll be willing to leave, I'll tease her, and I'll half-expect the relationship to go to sh!t at any moment.
But one day, after knowing her for years, I'll wake up in my bed, and I'll look over at her sleeping next to me, and I'll think, "That worked out nicely."
Who Am I?
Often I look myself in the mirror and ask myself that question. I'm pale, bad skin, my hair looks awful unbrushed, and my body looks like a 13 year old boy.
How am I supposed to then embody the "You Are The Prize" belief, that so many posters advocate?
My end goal is a very high caliber of girl. She is beautiful, creative, spontaneous, social and engaging. She laughs often, and talks to people much less popular than herself without noticing the gap.
I haven't met this ideal girl yet, but I'm looking. I am not looking to settle for anyone less, for any almost-there girls. Many guys make a mistake here, and believe that they might have plateaued—this girl they just met might be the hottest one they'll ever be able to get, and they'd better hold on to her while they've got her.
I, on the other hand, will treat an HB7 (or shallow HB9) as temporary practice. She will come into my life, I will learn what that type of girl likes and does not like, and when another, better one comes into my life, I will have the life experience to handle the situation.
Rather than believe that "I am the prize," I know, with complete certainty, that she is NOT the prize. This girl is not the girl I'm waiting for, and deserves no better treatment than any other person passing through my life. That statement holds whether she is a HB6 or an HB9.5, whether she's a genius or a fool, whether the sex is awful or great.
How will I know when I've found the right one?
Well, I suspect that I'll treat her like she isn't the right one. I'll be willing to leave, I'll tease her, and I'll half-expect the relationship to go to sh!t at any moment.
But one day, after knowing her for years, I'll wake up in my bed, and I'll look over at her sleeping next to me, and I'll think, "That worked out nicely."