STOP.
You want to know how to get the girl? Stop falling in love so easily, you fucking idiot. Unless you’ve been locked in a basement with one chick for the last three years, I guarantee you’ve been ignoring all the amazing women you come into contact with on a daily basis because you’ve got your head up your ass over this one particular chick, and probably because she just happened to be nice to you. And what that means is you aren’t into her because she’s a cool person - you’re into her because you think she gives you something you need. Validation, maybe, a feeling of wholeness, a feeling that you could be what you want if you just got this one.
Fuck that, dude.
Listen. You want to know when I started getting women? When I figured out what I was about. When I figured out what I was good at, what made me unique as a human fucking being. It has nothing to do with them. It has everything to do with you. “I like you.” Fuck that. Ask her out. Say, “Hey, you want to go on a date on Friday? See a movie?” Because how the fuck is she supposed to respond to “I like you”? “Oh, cool, I like you too. I guess we can just sit here liking each other then. Awesome.” Holy shit, dude. Bring something to the goddamn table.
I mean, who are you? What are you proud of? And don’t give me some whiny bull shit about your low self-esteem. If that’s the problem, stop trying to get women and figure out your own shit. You want to know what real love is? You want to know what endures in a romantic relationship? It’s two people who know themselves well enough not to need another person recognizing that they want to be with another person.
Who are you, son? Be still and know. When you know, and when you do the shit you do and be the motherfucker you are, you will find somebody. And your eyes will be open because you won’t need that ONE person. You will be secure enough to find someone that is equally secure in the knowledge of who they are.
Goddammit you fucking asshole, did you even consider Sarah? Or Heather? Or that girl who sits in the back row of class and doesn’t say much, and so you never knew how well she sang, or the fact that she’s been playing piano since she was six years old? HOW FUCKING COOL IS THAT? Do you know what it’s like to be with a girl who sings, motherfucker? It’s amazing! And you won’t ever know that because you’re too hung up on some chick who’s just as insecure as you are, and who won’t date you because she’s too scared people will judge her by her boyfriend.
Holy. Fucking. Shitballs. I’m so pissed off because I fucking WAS you, man, and because I wasted so much time looking to women when I should have looked to myself. The sooner you really understand that, the sooner you start to know who you are, the sooner you’ll find out how many amazing women there are, and how lucky you’d be to get to know some of them.
Getting this hung up on one girl is like refusing to go to dinner with your friends unless they go to La Hacienda. “I only like Mexican food,” you say. “I only want Mexican food. I don’t even believe there ARE other things to eat, because I’m too fucking blind and stupid to get over my own obsessions and fears.” Well guess what, motherfucker? Pad Thai is the shit, and if you never pull it together enough to realize that, nobody’s going to fucking cry for you. We’re going to eat your goddamn dinner.
You hear me? You ignore all these other beautiful and amazing women, you continue to be some insecure little boy about this shit, then the rest of us will meet those women and show them the time of their lives, because we ain’t scared. We know who we are, and we’re on the front line not giving a fuck. Rejection ain’t shit but words. If you don’t understand that, then you deserve to have your heart shit on.
I’ve been you. It sucks. Know thyself, motherfucker, and the ladies will want to know you too.
