Emotionalmosquito

I can’t for the life of me put on any mass. I’m currently at 132 pounds at 5’9 and have been hovering around that mark for probably a year. The best shape of my life was 150 pounds muscle but lost 20 pounds of it during my kratom addiction, horrible sleep and mental health crisis. No matter how much fat+protein+carb rich food I shovel down, all it does is sustain my current low weight. On top of that I get full way too quickly to gain any size and I have a vomiting fear which prevents me from stuffing down enough per meal because it’ll be unbearable hell the next time some god forsaken tummy bug or food poisoning sends it all back out. Throwing up (specifically the feeling behind it) is the worst fucking system nature cursed us with. It’s even worse for me because for some reason when it happens my throat involuntarily tightens up such that only a tiny bit comes out at a time making for a long and torturous process. And then of course you lose even more weight you can’t afford when an illness like that strikes. I would give anything to have a slower metabolism so I could actually hang on to some of the calories i consume. That way I could fast more often or just have a fat reserve to fall back on if I want to take a vacation from food for a couple days here and there. No such luck. Any other hard gainers here?

After all these years and several more attempts I still don’t understand why so many people still think this is the case. I’ve literally been removed from bars for nothing other than embodying this EXACT energy. I’ve approached like this at target, the mall, Walmart, etc. the girls just aren’t having it. What has gotten me better responses is by doing the exact opposite. Being more chill, toning it down, making myself more boring and socially polite than my natural self. I even directly asked a woman at a health food store which behavior she prefers to be opened with: Talking about normal things relevant to the situation or weird/unpredictable topics. She said she prefers normal stuff. What gives??

I’m the one with autism

Thats because consent wasn’t a thing back then.

Other than just plain fear of approaching, this is why most people never improve in the field of pickup. It’s so formulaic and variable heavy there’s barely any room to just breathe. It’s like attempting a highly complex recipe with expensive ingredients, and I hate cooking. How’re you supposed to enjoy the thrill of the hunt when your mental bandwidth is overloaded with doing all the steps correctly while also keeping track of her body language, staying alert for potential douchebag dad/bf/brother showing up, jealous friend, and the looming threat of being banned from the area if you goof up and she files a complaint? Nevertheless it’s a challenge I’m ready to face. But due to my city’s relatively small population, I’ll need every shot to count. I need the most proven effective methods for beginners or autistic people. Each set should be done with sniper’s precision because I don’t have the luxury of doing thousands of approaches, learning from mistakes and leveling up that way. I’m sorry, can you clarify what you meant by this question?

But LordFall, that’s exactly what I’m doing. When I’m approaching I’m “self amusing,” another helpful thing the pickup crowd advises. I’m not looking for her to validate jack shit. I’m talking about what I find funny or interesting, yet it gets me no dates. To give some examples I’ll answer @amberlight’s question Yes I’m quite sure the reason I’m failing (when doing the dgaf method) is in fact because I come off as unhinged or creepy. That’s my entire point. Why should that matter if I’m supposed to not care what others think of me? As for your question: I talked to a cutie working the register at an empty shop in the mall about how cool I think it would be to get naked and crawl up a dragon’s vagina and birth myself back out, I probably had more detail at the time but I do remember it was something along those lines. A woman at a bar with her friend told me she was married, to which I replied, “A ring don’t cover a hole.” My most recent was a month or two ago at the carnival. I opened a cute blonde with her friend by saying “don’t go into that portapotty. I just had a fat miscarriage in there, it’s pretty messy.” I was expecting them to look horrified but much to my shock they were receptive to the dork humor. They were like “good to know.” Then I said “just kidding I’m still pregnant with it”. This started a surprisingly lasting interaction that evolved into other areas where she just played into the bit continuously, but eventually they fist bumped me and left. Keep in mind I only open women this way as my own form of shit test to see if she’s some preppy little snowflake who will run away scared or can actually banter and because it’s the most fun. Not because I’m craving validation for being a character. Problem is, you say that type of shit at a pussy ass bar or club and you’re gone

Thanks man. Tbh I’ve been slacking like a chud lately. I’m drawing from dozens of past experiences. Maybe 100-200 grand total. I’m very limited by my city’s population so I have to take long breaks to not make a negative reputation for myself as that guy “harassing” (attempting genuine connection) all the women, especially if I’m going about it without giving a single fuck like I supposedly should be. I have to rotate out different establishments and randomize the days and times I show up to run game to make it harder for managements/security teams to notice patterns. Once I get some money I’d like to get one of these masks to help out with my practice

I doubt my physical appearance can be that much of an issue because I look more or less normal/average. I even have some attractive facial features. The biggest drawback is my slightly receded chin, overbite. I also have a mid stage widow’s peak (although I have basically zero hair falling out anymore thanks to minoxidil/finasteride topical foam) I’m also only 5’9”, maybe 5’11-6ft with my boosters on. Come to think of it, shit, maybe you’re right 😞

I shit you not, June 24th was day zero (registration day) for me. Not sure if you’re even in the U.S. but imagine if we both went to the exact same one and never knew it until now July fourth was metta day. The being able to talk to everyone after all that silence and talk so deeply and openly heart to heart with everyone there makes the whole thing worth it. ❤️ Bonus points: we got to see fireworks from surrounding properties while hanging out with what felt like best friends or brothers. Beautiful.

This cannot be stressed enough. My first time I went in not knowing what to expect. Came out with my first and strongest taste of full enlightenment I’ve ever had. Best thing that ever happened to me by far. Second time I was expecting it to be like the first one again and it basically didn’t do shit. Always expect nothing from meditation. Third one I just did recently and was easily top five most miserable experiences of my life, but I learned a lot.

It can get pretty depressing to see so much of the awful stuff happening in the world on top of already being burdened by the stresses of our own life. So let’s share some examples of nice positive things being done that make you believe it might just be possible to create a better tomorrow. It’s also great to see all the devilish sex trafficking shit coming to light. Awareness is the first step towards healing.

Anything can be overhyped on the internet. As others have noted, it may not even matter if the cold approach crowd has always been rather small. But I’ve asked women this myself and they generally say they never or rarely get approached unless by much older men from a different era. I even did this one set on an 8/10 at target using the “I think I know your boyfriend” opener coined by Jack Denmo. (who btw is currently serving a three year prison sentence over a false rape accusation, go figure) She told me she doesn’t have a boyfriend and said no when I asked if she gets approached by guys often. So there’s one example

Thousanty. Like sixty, seventy or eighty. You add another zero to whatever number of thousand it is. So eight-thousanty would be the new 80,000

Too bad it still makes no difference. There are countless TikToks coming out of women venting their frustration about nobody ever flirting with them.

I can definitely see that now. It’s not just a crowd of people having a good time for a night, it’s doing something profoundly beneficial to them in ways I could’ve never imagined until now. Unless I’m the only one it turned out to have that effect on, which I find unlikely. It was easily in the top 5 best things that’s ever happened in my life. Another super important thing I forgot to emphasize is how lucky I am I DIDN’T end up kissing or pulling a girl. Because then the mind would’ve pinned every bit of the afterglow on just that. How tragic that would’ve been! If I could feel like how I was the next few days after the event more often I’d never have to think about women again. Any seasoned ravers reading this, please tell me, do they give you the same ridiculously strong boost after each one or are they bound by the law of diminishing returns like too many other things?

To give some context, for a few years leading up to this I’d been in the darkest place of my life. I’d recently come off of a moderate to severe kratom addiction, I was barely exercising, sleeping horribly, hateful incel posting, chronically online, severely addicted to gooning (which I’m still wrestling with) and more. I was with my autism group at this hipster coffee joint when I noticed a flyer promoting a Halloween costume rave. When the day came I was feeling horrendous physically and mentally. I almost called it off. But I ended up going as a makeshift giant used menstrual pad as per my period kink. People seemed to find it hilarious. The party itself was nothing spectacular, or so I thought. It was about maybe 70-90 people rough estimate. A few guys were smooth enough to successfully smooch with some of the girls, my incel nature hated seeing it. But luckily other than that and some people who came as couples there wasn’t a lot of hooking up going on. Majority of us stayed in our lanes. I took off my costume so I could dance like crazy to make sure I got my fifteen bucks worth. There were these two hot zombie girls. They got split up and I ended up dancing right next to one of them for at least an hour. I didn’t get the courage to spin her like I wanted. I kept thinking surely someone is about to come scoop her up if I don’t go for it but nobody ever did, which I’m sure she was quite happy about. There was even this really cuddly gay couple so I decided maybe I’d try seeing if I could do a three way bro hug with them. Couldn’t even get the nerve to try that either. Things are looking like a total flop by this point. Anyway, the rave comes to a close. Some girl looks like she had a divine revelation from the experience, almost in tears. Something that i wished happened to me. I went back home feeling neutral about the whole thing, nothing special. The next morning I started the day as usual but noticed something was different. I felt 30 pounds lighter and felt 50% better than I had been. As I focused on it, it started moving towards 80, then 90. As it grew more and more I was overcome by what I could only call the holy spirt. I even put it to the test by trying to bring back my old bitterness to slow it down, but it was like trying to dim the sun by throwing snowballs. I’d planned to visit my friends in a neighboring town that day. On my drive over there I kept having these orgasmic waves of pure love deep in the chest and spine, they were so strong it felt like too much to be contained in a body. I wanted to burst out of my skin and reunite with God. It blew my mind how one stupid party full of normies and people I would’ve otherwise hated essentially gave me a free mdma trip without the drug. Does everyone get hit that hard? Is that why people like raves?

I’ve only hallucinated sober 1 time and it was back when I was a 5 or 6 year old kid. It was early in the morning. I was still in bed. I looked up on a shelf where we had these solid gray color gnome trinkets and noticed they became fully animated. One was walking in circles picking up stuff and putting it in his basket as if foraging a field. Another started dancing around in place, one of them acknowledged me in a friendly manner… stuff like that. I know for certain it wasn’t a dream because I was wide awake. I even got up and started the day after the experience instead of going back to sleep.

I sure hope the people trying to push it through don’t all start mysteriously killing themselves

The fact that bentinho goes crying like a baby to Cory and has her rub his back because people are calling out his abuse is fucking hilarious

Aaron Abke interview coming out tomorrow. The evidence keeps piling up.

Dude, that is fantastic to hear. Great find!

“Friends now, which I’m so happy about.” Brutal. Who wants to explain why he got friend zoned? Other than being shorter than her and generally uninteresting.

Love it. As a germaphobe, that breakthrough with superbugs warms my heart.

On an unrelated note, can there please be some way to change my username? It’s completely retarded and doesn’t roll off the tongue at all. I don’t know wtf I was thinking when I came up with that 7 years ago or however long. It could at least be something rather funny like MOSQUITOinaSPEEDO. What I chose is just not it. 😑