barcafan said:
I'm having a good lol at dudemon trying to delineate the true intentions of wimminz when it comes to the dating world. Remember guys, if you're bald you should hate yourself and know that you have no shot with women, your opinion is quickly invalidated by the fact that he was MARRIED therefore knows moar than you do.
These guys turn balding into some sort of a church, where they worship at the altar of self pity. so so sad. Come on now people, you know better than to buy into this bullshit. There's so much self loathing and helplessness it's pretty disgusting and hilarious at the same time.
And believe me, if i start experiencing the same sh*t ya'll talking about i'll be the first one to come back here and admit i was wrong and all that, but you know what, it's never going to happen.
seriously people, you have been defeated by life itself. you should just admit your situation and stop looking for scapegoats.
Before I was married, I had my share of girlfriends, and I was quite a socialite and party animal back in the late 1980's and early 90's. (that is where I earned the nickname "dudemon" from one of my old party buddies, BTW). I knew a lot of people and had quite a life back then. Then my life turned to sh*t. I'll admit it that I let my ex wife manipulate me becuase I was young, dumb and I didn't know any better. Before too long, she had turned me into a loser, and dependent on her, then she dumped me because I was just a bald loser. SHE ACTAULLY SAID SO! (and as hurtful as she was, I'll admit - she was right)
But back before I had hair transplants, I tried to get back into the dating scene (in the mid/late 90's) for several years after my divorce and I had a rude awakening as to how much rejection a guy could possibly endure. It was because I was a NW5, and it did not look good on me...at all. I guess that was because I was only an average looking guy to begin with - genetic-wise. When I lost my hair, plus having a few "accidents" at work that put scars on my face and head, and my nasal cavity collapsed on one side (needs maxillofacial surgery to correct it), I have become one ugly dude. So, I can totally understand why women reject me. I don't blame them for it; hell if I was a woman, I'd reject myself too.
Ever see that movie with Mel Gibson, when he plays "Mr. McCloud" the deformed guy? Well that is pretty close to how my life is now. I am a freak of nature.
But I do remember the dating scene after my big D. I learned a lot during those times. I learned a million and one ways to get rejected. I also spent a lot of time watching and observing women and people make connections in bars and clubs, while I would sit there sipping my drink all night long without ever having any women approach me - ever. If I went up to them, they'd call some guy over to get in my face and start a fight with me for "harassing the ladies." I was always outnumbered, so I would just leave. (The bartender was also always on their side - so I'd get blamed for starting a fight, which wasn't worth going to jail over - for me anyways). If I went out with a couple buddies, they'd be hooking up with women, and I'd be left there - alone, as always.
Eventually, I got the message: the dating scene was not happening for me. No matter what I tried, it just didn't work. Even when I shaved my head, worked out, put nice clothes on, had a "Mr. Confidence" attitude with women, I was still rejected.
I just gave up after a while, as it was quite obvious that nothing I did, no matter what it was, was going to work. I got sick of always "hanging out with the guys" and having "sausage fests." My "cool" buddies quit going out/hanging out with me because they said I drove the women away because I was so homely looking.
Then I got talked into getting an hair transplant by a friend of mine. At first, I didn't listen to him. But after a while, I thought I'd check it out (I had always wondered about them, but never really considered one). Well in 2004, after having done several years of "research" and after toying with the idea inside my head for a few years (because of my friend putting ideas in my head), I made the mistake of getting and hair transplant.
I didn't know sh*t about hair transplants, and I thought I made a good decision, but man was I wrong! I got butchered the first time around. It made me so depressed that I thought about just putting an end to it all, it was
that bad. :sobbing:
Then, I found a real good hair transplant surgeon - one of the world's best - who did the best he could to unf*ck what the first a**hole f***ed up. I have had 2 hair transplants with the second guy now, and I must say I am
VERY happy with his work. Without him, I would still look awful - like Frankenstein. But he made me not look not "as" bad.
Well, I never should have had hair transplants. It just made my life worse than it already was. Right now, I can't do anything at all about my situation, and haven't been in a postition for the last three years due to the fact that I have not been working because I have been going to school full time.
Now, I still hate the
overall result of my hair transplants, and I know that I still can't go outside without looking like "Johnny hair transplant."
Nowadays, the social scene - as well as the dating scene - are unthinkable for me at this time. Until I can finish school later this year, get a job and move into my own pad, and have more surgery work (hair transplant, and facial) I am stuck living this way. I am a complete "recluse" now.
But it doesn't stop me from thinking positive that maybe someday things will finally get better for me.
Also, BTW, I didn't really choose to go back to school when I did. A relative of mine died,and left me some money to go back to school - but the money had to be used for that and only that - as it stated in the will.
The money was used up in my first year of school, and now I have some financial aid, and a TON of student loans to pay off when I graduate.
So, if I may ask you, barcafan, how am I so "pathetic" as you say?
And, if you were in my shoes, what would you do (or have done) so differently, if I may ask? (besides not getting hair transplants, and not letting a woman control you).