How do I get a girlfriend?
Don't try to find the right one, try to be the right one.
Remember that we're just animals and we're still operating with caveman brains: do something that demonstrates that you carry a better genetic payload than the next guy. Show that you have a higher pecking order and better nesting material than Joe Blow #337. Demonstrate that you're not an evolutionary dead end starved for mating opportunities. That's it -- that's the whole game.
Story time: while I was working in between school terms in Toronto I went to the bank to cash in a pay cheque. I was dressed in my usual neckbeard attire, unshaved, etc. The very cute bank teller received me with barely contained contempt when I tried (weirdly, awkwardly, as always) to be friendly but as soon as she saw the cheque (about $9000), her attitude totally changed.
She asked, outright: "is this your paychque?"
"Yes"
"Oh wow, you're so smart, what do you do? Where did you go to school?" etc. etc.
Being the social retard I am, I told her I was working at a small startup because I thought she was just asking a question for banking purposes. I had no idea what was actually happening. Then she started going on about herself for some reason and then complimenting me again, saying how she was bored, and the teller next to her (also a woman) started looking annoyed and I was totally baffled. Then it struck me: she thought it was a WEEKLY pay cheque and she was trying to get me to ask her out. It was, in fact, a back payment for a few months work.
I was 18-19 at the time and had idea the world was like this.
I tried a few small experiments including doing daily tasks in a very nice suit, 5 o'clock shadow (as if I just got off work), prepared hair, etc. People treat you very differently. Even just waiting in line for movie tickets (in the financial/law district) a pair of cute korean girls were whispering "go talk to him, mm, a good guy!" (in Korean). The other one just shook her head "no, no" and became very quiet and shy. They probably thought I was working at the law firm across the street.
I even got a date with someone who was WAY out of my league, looks wise, because she thought I was some kind of successful entrepreneur type after giving a small talk re: kickstarter. I thought the date was a flop, but a few days later she mailed me saying how much fun she had, that there's a movie night and why don't you come over, mail me, etc. But again, reading between the lines, all she wanted was a way out of her boring-ass dead-end job.
And Miss Orange Dress who only got interested after seeing that I won some manga awards (she loves manga), and then lost interest after she found out that those awards don't come with money. Even 100k a year wouldn't be enough when her friends were marrying startup millionaires with PhDs.
Nothing wrong with that. They love money/status/power/fitness/aggression/intelligence for the same reason I love their 2cute/2flat/2phat. Just gotta live with it or get outta the game.
Remember that we're just animals and we're still operating with caveman brains: do something that demonstrates that you carry a better genetic payload than the next guy. Show that you have a higher pecking order and better nesting material than Joe Blow #337. Demonstrate that you're not an evolutionary dead end starved for mating opportunities. That's it -- that's the whole game.
Story time: while I was working in between school terms in Toronto I went to the bank to cash in a pay cheque. I was dressed in my usual neckbeard attire, unshaved, etc. The very cute bank teller received me with barely contained contempt when I tried (weirdly, awkwardly, as always) to be friendly but as soon as she saw the cheque (about $9000), her attitude totally changed.
She asked, outright: "is this your paychque?"
"Yes"
"Oh wow, you're so smart, what do you do? Where did you go to school?" etc. etc.
Being the social retard I am, I told her I was working at a small startup because I thought she was just asking a question for banking purposes. I had no idea what was actually happening. Then she started going on about herself for some reason and then complimenting me again, saying how she was bored, and the teller next to her (also a woman) started looking annoyed and I was totally baffled. Then it struck me: she thought it was a WEEKLY pay cheque and she was trying to get me to ask her out. It was, in fact, a back payment for a few months work.
I was 18-19 at the time and had idea the world was like this.
I tried a few small experiments including doing daily tasks in a very nice suit, 5 o'clock shadow (as if I just got off work), prepared hair, etc. People treat you very differently. Even just waiting in line for movie tickets (in the financial/law district) a pair of cute korean girls were whispering "go talk to him, mm, a good guy!" (in Korean). The other one just shook her head "no, no" and became very quiet and shy. They probably thought I was working at the law firm across the street.
I even got a date with someone who was WAY out of my league, looks wise, because she thought I was some kind of successful entrepreneur type after giving a small talk re: kickstarter. I thought the date was a flop, but a few days later she mailed me saying how much fun she had, that there's a movie night and why don't you come over, mail me, etc. But again, reading between the lines, all she wanted was a way out of her boring-ass dead-end job.
And Miss Orange Dress who only got interested after seeing that I won some manga awards (she loves manga), and then lost interest after she found out that those awards don't come with money. Even 100k a year wouldn't be enough when her friends were marrying startup millionaires with PhDs.
Nothing wrong with that. They love money/status/power/fitness/aggression/intelligence for the same reason I love their 2cute/2flat/2phat. Just gotta live with it or get outta the game.
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