D
I literally had no idea what I was doing wrong, I was practicing all the classic "Southern Gentlemen" things that I was supposed to yet having no luck (think "M'Lady", but only slightly less cringey). It wasn't until I got to college and went on a period of self discovery that I knew the error of my ways.
The first, and most important, concept that I learned was that women aren't sex dispensaries that you deposit "nice coins" into and get pusspuss in return. They have to choose you. I still kept doing nice things for girls because that's the way I was raised, but I removed my expectations for getting anything in return.
The second concept was making myself attractive, and it was a lot easier than I thought it would be. A nice basic buzzcut suddenly turned my oily mop of hair into a clean, presentable style. Went clean shaven on facial hair too, because all I could grow was a piddly "pubic hair" lookin' ass beard. Got a benzoyl peroxide solution to start working on the acne. Marching band was my form of exercise to stay fit and avoid the "freshmen 15".
It's amazing how the problems we create for ourselves can get in our own way.
The first, and most important, concept that I learned was that women aren't sex dispensaries that you deposit "nice coins" into and get pusspuss in return. They have to choose you. I still kept doing nice things for girls because that's the way I was raised, but I removed my expectations for getting anything in return.
The second concept was making myself attractive, and it was a lot easier than I thought it would be. A nice basic buzzcut suddenly turned my oily mop of hair into a clean, presentable style. Went clean shaven on facial hair too, because all I could grow was a piddly "pubic hair" lookin' ass beard. Got a benzoyl peroxide solution to start working on the acne. Marching band was my form of exercise to stay fit and avoid the "freshmen 15".
It's amazing how the problems we create for ourselves can get in our own way.
