As the end of my first college semester approaches, i look back and think about the things that brought me here today.
Moving to USA at 9th grade was a bit of a shock. Different language, culture and mindsets. As i enrolled in Junior High, ive noticed that it was all about cliques in this Suburbian school.
I was the ****. I was different, i knew how to breakdance, i spoke with a funny accent..... i felt like a king of the world.
But fame wears off, and mine did after sometime. Suddenly i felt so alone, i didnt have any friends, only a school full of ordinary people that i knew... I wasnt shy to dance with the hottest girls, but i was a little skinny kid who was shorter than most girls. I was ocasionally tested and picked on by some of the jocks becuase of my size. They knew i wouldnt fight them, so they thought it was fun.
Then i decided i should get some friends, and so i talked on the phone with an Arabian guy and A Mexican guy, did stuff with them a bit, to which my Step Dad stated "Well, this is all great, but how about some American Friends?" .
One day i met another new kid in school, we became friends within 40 mins and i spent that night at his place. MY first USA friend. Wow.
After making some more friends, ive realized that i wasnt in the popular group, not even close.... I tried to deny it by saying "oh i dont drink and smoke, so i dont wanna hang out with them".. well the truth was, i did, those guys had the hottest girls, of course i wanted some!
As High school rolled around, i kept trying to put on this "Im cool" image. But deep inside i felt sad and depressed, why the hell am i still a virgin?!
I talked to girls playfully, but never with intent to get anywhere.
A new girl came to my work. Great Eyes, nice hair and Beautiful Smile. Everyone told me she wanted me. It was obvious for everyone...but i kept holding on to my excuse "I DONT HAVE A CAR, i cant do anything with her!" ..... and then i finally got the courage and called her... 3 times within one week..... Suddenly i didnt hear anything from her. but by then i didnt work there anymore.
Never look back at those times u got rejected. BE GLAD THOSE FVCKED UP THINGS HAPPENED. BE GLAD U GOT REJECTED BY THE GIRL U LOVE. Be glad, becuase it made u ask the ultimate question "Why am i not getting any? ".
This was the question i asked when i was sitting at my comp at night, this was the question that made me type DATING in the search engine.
I didnt have much time left in high school after i started learning this stuff. I had 3-4 months, but it was enough. First, every jerk in class who would make a remark towards me would get a remark upside his head. AFter a month noone said **** to my face. Of course people talked behind my back, but it didnt matter.
The summer after graduation was a major development stage for me. I had met more girls in those 3 months than i had in my whole life. I went to clubs constnatly, partied, and (WOW!) KISSED A GIRL!. It was my second time kissing, i was dencing in the club and decided "**** THIS, im going for it!" and i did.
Then college came. I didnt drink in High school... got drunk once or twice in 4 years. My current neighbours drink every night. IM not kidding, every night u can find them drinking. Too bad they dont haev to pay for their own college classes, or they would be studying much more, but anyway, As i kept improving myself on my quest to be the best i can be, i started eating a lot more, lifting much more, playing basketball 14-20 hours a week.
I knew it was important to meet people, so i would go to dorms (even tho i live off campus) and walk through floors just talking to people trying to find something to do. I got numbers constantly, i wanted to have people i can call up and ask for parties.
The thing about phone numbers. They really dont mean ****. After u call the person, and they seem disinterested or annoyed, chances are u are not going to talk to them again, this weeds out 80% of the numbers u get. So make sure to get more.
I was better with ladies, so one night i invited a lady over, who was really good looking, or so i thought. IN fact, to me she was so good looking, i couldnt get the courage to reach and kiss her. So after an hour of bull**** talk i told her to get out. I didnt speak to her ever again.
Later on as i spoke to more girls, and dominated my classes (the one who everyone ****ing looks up to!) , i invited more girls to my place. I got laid for the first time!! wow, lasting 2 hours (thanks liquor) .... but also not remembering the best things about it.
Then i got laid again, and the condom broke.. twice. THat made me think about what the hell i was doing. It made me pick only the girls i was sure in to have sex with.
Now, as im typing this, my first college semester is almost over, i have over 80 new numbers in my phone, i can call people and hang out any time of the day. I keep lifting and studying, and flirting.
I am cutting down on alcohol, drinking much less... i dont need that **** in my life.
There ya go guys, from rags to riches, i did it, you can do it too.
My way isnt nearly over, so im going to keep climbing this mountain of life.
Moving to USA at 9th grade was a bit of a shock. Different language, culture and mindsets. As i enrolled in Junior High, ive noticed that it was all about cliques in this Suburbian school.
I was the ****. I was different, i knew how to breakdance, i spoke with a funny accent..... i felt like a king of the world.
But fame wears off, and mine did after sometime. Suddenly i felt so alone, i didnt have any friends, only a school full of ordinary people that i knew... I wasnt shy to dance with the hottest girls, but i was a little skinny kid who was shorter than most girls. I was ocasionally tested and picked on by some of the jocks becuase of my size. They knew i wouldnt fight them, so they thought it was fun.
Then i decided i should get some friends, and so i talked on the phone with an Arabian guy and A Mexican guy, did stuff with them a bit, to which my Step Dad stated "Well, this is all great, but how about some American Friends?" .
One day i met another new kid in school, we became friends within 40 mins and i spent that night at his place. MY first USA friend. Wow.
After making some more friends, ive realized that i wasnt in the popular group, not even close.... I tried to deny it by saying "oh i dont drink and smoke, so i dont wanna hang out with them".. well the truth was, i did, those guys had the hottest girls, of course i wanted some!
As High school rolled around, i kept trying to put on this "Im cool" image. But deep inside i felt sad and depressed, why the hell am i still a virgin?!
I talked to girls playfully, but never with intent to get anywhere.
A new girl came to my work. Great Eyes, nice hair and Beautiful Smile. Everyone told me she wanted me. It was obvious for everyone...but i kept holding on to my excuse "I DONT HAVE A CAR, i cant do anything with her!" ..... and then i finally got the courage and called her... 3 times within one week..... Suddenly i didnt hear anything from her. but by then i didnt work there anymore.
Never look back at those times u got rejected. BE GLAD THOSE FVCKED UP THINGS HAPPENED. BE GLAD U GOT REJECTED BY THE GIRL U LOVE. Be glad, becuase it made u ask the ultimate question "Why am i not getting any? ".
This was the question i asked when i was sitting at my comp at night, this was the question that made me type DATING in the search engine.
I didnt have much time left in high school after i started learning this stuff. I had 3-4 months, but it was enough. First, every jerk in class who would make a remark towards me would get a remark upside his head. AFter a month noone said **** to my face. Of course people talked behind my back, but it didnt matter.
The summer after graduation was a major development stage for me. I had met more girls in those 3 months than i had in my whole life. I went to clubs constnatly, partied, and (WOW!) KISSED A GIRL!. It was my second time kissing, i was dencing in the club and decided "**** THIS, im going for it!" and i did.
Then college came. I didnt drink in High school... got drunk once or twice in 4 years. My current neighbours drink every night. IM not kidding, every night u can find them drinking. Too bad they dont haev to pay for their own college classes, or they would be studying much more, but anyway, As i kept improving myself on my quest to be the best i can be, i started eating a lot more, lifting much more, playing basketball 14-20 hours a week.
I knew it was important to meet people, so i would go to dorms (even tho i live off campus) and walk through floors just talking to people trying to find something to do. I got numbers constantly, i wanted to have people i can call up and ask for parties.
The thing about phone numbers. They really dont mean ****. After u call the person, and they seem disinterested or annoyed, chances are u are not going to talk to them again, this weeds out 80% of the numbers u get. So make sure to get more.
I was better with ladies, so one night i invited a lady over, who was really good looking, or so i thought. IN fact, to me she was so good looking, i couldnt get the courage to reach and kiss her. So after an hour of bull**** talk i told her to get out. I didnt speak to her ever again.
Later on as i spoke to more girls, and dominated my classes (the one who everyone ****ing looks up to!) , i invited more girls to my place. I got laid for the first time!! wow, lasting 2 hours (thanks liquor) .... but also not remembering the best things about it.
Then i got laid again, and the condom broke.. twice. THat made me think about what the hell i was doing. It made me pick only the girls i was sure in to have sex with.
Now, as im typing this, my first college semester is almost over, i have over 80 new numbers in my phone, i can call people and hang out any time of the day. I keep lifting and studying, and flirting.
I am cutting down on alcohol, drinking much less... i dont need that **** in my life.
There ya go guys, from rags to riches, i did it, you can do it too.
My way isnt nearly over, so im going to keep climbing this mountain of life.
Good post. I sent out last night by myself..walked in the bar and new no one. By the end of the night I knew 10-15 people, got a handful of numbers, etc. You just have to go do it.