Originally Posted by
fstep
Long story short; i modeled all my life from when i was 16 to almost 25 and got a lot of girls i guess just from my looks, dated the cheerleaders in hs, the hot soro girls in college, etc. When i turned 26 i married a girl who i thought was the right one for me but we grew apart and 6 years later i am divorced.
Now i'm older (33) and i'm just not getting the kind of attention i used to get from women still get perhaps more then my friends but it seems to be only from girls i'm not interested in these days. So i guess because i kind of rode of my looks all my life i just never developed any game and i really find myself stuck now, i have no problem keeping up conversation or anything but i really can't get myself to approach women, just that initial line or even coming up at a bar and saying hello seems unbelievably difficult i guess because i just never did it before.
So i really need some help here, whats a good way to in a way break out of this shell, its like everytime i think about walking up and talking to some girl i just freeze and don't do it...
Your situation reminds me of my friend Ben's friend.., Savoid.., I believe he's 32.., an underwear model for major companies like Calvin Klein and Polo.., and a DJ.., that's what his life is.., modeling and being a DJ.., working out.., and listening to music.., now that he's getting older.., his body is not what it used to be.., and he's not getting the same modeling jobs.., he's losing them to younger guys with younger bodies.., his carpet of luck ran short.., and now he's living from paycheck to paycheck..
I remember going out with him a couple of times.., unlike Ben.., Savoid is actually a really nice guy.., We would walk into places.., and heads would turn.., heads that would not turn.., were secretly looking from the corner of their eye.., it's as if all women in the room stopped talking and started to eye-code eachother.., there were a couple of women who came up to him the whole night.., and those were mostly drunk.., chain-smoker.., 30+ y/o women.. But aside from that.., nobody was going up to him..
I asked him why he just didn't go up to someone and start talking.., and he said.., "I can't".., as if it required some fundamental component.., but it finally clicked.., he was intimidated.., that's right.., this Adonis of a man.., was intimidated.., and not just by 10's.., but by 8's.., 7's.., 6's.., 5's.., yup.., 4's.., 3's.., 2's.., he was terrified.., and what he was terrified most about.., was being judged.., being assessed.., for the quality of person that he was.., for what he had to offer.., he felt that he had outlived the peak of his looks.., that his life was not going anywhere.., and that he had nothing to offer any woman that he would meet.., and because he believed that.., the thought of going up to a woman to talk to her for the purpose of dating her.., was intimidating.., he felt like he was jumping into failure.., and if not in the short-run.., then in the long-run.., so this fear was holding him back..
At first I misjudged Savoid through the process of association.., Ben uses women for sex.., therefore since he was very close friends with Savoid.., I thought.., Savoid must be the same way.., totally wrong.., this guy had nothing but complete respect for women.., and because he had that level of respect for them.., he felt intimidated when he thought about going up to someone and talking to them for the first time.., he didn't want to be a fcuk-buddy.., he wanted a meaningful relationship.., and he genuinely felt that he wasn't able of offering a woman that.., that's what held him back..
So.., enough with that backround.., how we got past that:
We went on the Queens bound N & F trains a couple of times.., and somehow.., this idea just flashed in my mind.., but it was one of those things that just happened to work for him.., it was completely random however..
I saw Savoid looking at this woman sitting down.., she was asian.., about an 8.., and he looked at her.., then looked away.., pretended to be looking at the interesting map of the subway system.., that's when it hit me.., I tap his shoulder and tell him.., "ask her if we passed Parson's Blvd. yet".., he looked at me as if I just asked him to propose to her.., "are you crazy.., i'm not talking to her.., it's weird"
Me: Look.., i'm not asking you to go over there and marry her.., or telegraph some interest and imply that you want to date her.., or get her number.., e-mail.., or even her name.., i'm not even telling you to go over there and start talking.., just fcukn' go up to her.., and ask her if we passed Parson's Blvd. yet.., it's a simple question.., with a yes or no answer.., what's the big deal?
Him: Alright..
He walks up to her like he's on death row.., bashful and shy.., like he's carrying all this guilt on his shoulders because of some ill intentions he has.., and he asks her if we passed the stop yet.., she says "no".., he smiles and tells her thank you.., and then he walks back over and tells me.., "no.., we didn't pass Parson's yet"
This became our new routine.., whenever we were in the train together.., I would tell him to go up to the most attractive woman in the subway car.., and ask her if we passed Parson's yet.., the more he did it.., the less guilty his walk looked.., and the more he started to do it to everyone in the subway car.., we would hop from car to car.., and he would ask a total stranger if he passed the stop yet.., this really helped get him comfortable with just talking to new people..
Next.., was working on the only form of "game" that is useful.., "Inner Game"
Best,
GrkScorp
If you can't stop the Wind, then you can't stop the Storm.