You're going bald. I take great pleasure knowing you
will go bald. Karma is ****ing beautiful sometimes. Enjoy!
I have no interest in sluthate or redpill. The only "red pill" stuff I know about is through Fred's posts, and I actually think it's stupid as it seems to be based on people's behaviour on dating websites, which are made up of 95% male users and are a purely visual medium.
Coughniceeditcoughcough but if you think the knowledge of other people going bald will make you any happier, me or this guy, then you'll never attain any sort of meaningful satisfaction, to be honest. I also think it's ****ed up that this other guy is happy you're depressed, but at least he acknowledges it's not a healthy thought. You on the other hand are just shamelessly ****ed.
However that's a fantastic point on Fred's outlook, I've mentioned this before and he shy's away from it. His experience of 6 million first dates are all based on dating websites, where women are picking him out of dozens of other guys and when you do that, your attitude becomes fleeting, of course they become solely superficial, they have no time to actually think about anything else but the book cover.
These game guys crack me up! real time enthusiasts of the art of seduction.
I suppose when I went to the shopping mall today, picked out some clothes, and asked within one minute of talking for the girls number it was my 'game'.
The conversation had zero chemistry, and connection. It was standard this that, where are you residing. My closing line was 'well if you up for it, we should go out for coffee some time' her eyes lit, up ... very awkward 18-20 year old. Hard to converse with, but her body made my c*** so stiff. Gives me her number followed by her name right away, and I hug her then walk away.
Most of been my tight inner game.
Observations: Roomate comes home after a guy messaged her randomly. Apparently got her number through a friend, and he seen her at the same residence they used to reside in. Ends up texting her non-stop, she's corteous, and polite but at the same time not flirting. End up getting together, she comes home later that night and tells me....
HER: 'he was a realy cute guy, and seemed very nice, and genuine, but he was just to short for my liking. He was literally like 5'5-5'6 and it feels weird, being a girl with a guy who's that short. Everything else about him was great, but I couldn't get passed his height.
ME: What if he had an amazing body, and face
HER: I just couldn't get passed the height. it would make me feel like the dominant one in the relationship.
ME: Well, if had everything else working in his favour, couldn't it work
HER: I just couldn't see myself being with a guy shoter then me. Imagine going to the bar, and being in high heels... I would feel weird around him
What went wrong? He had a decent personality, cute face, and had his own place, and everything.
Was HIS GAME OFF THAT DAY?
Shook I mean, I avoid replying to your nonsense most of the time, it's so awful, it's like, beyond Fred, cocohot, anything, I hate the way you think this post actually proves anything. You've given 2 scenario's in which "game" (and I hate using that term) was irrelevant, and acted as if it meant something. It made no difference what you said to that girl, the deal was already done, it also made no difference what that short guy said, because it was never going to work from the start.
The argument, just to remind you, is that "game" can make a difference and give some advantage or leverage in certain circumstances. It's not working ****ing miracles, women aren't that stupid to fall for a guy who makes them laugh, even if he's an obese dwarf.
Absolutely pointless. Well done. And the arrogant way you end that post as if you really just proved something ground breaking with these 2 useless examples, it's just laughable.
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If you actually liked yourself and could accept your baldness you wouldn't be here. Everyone on this forum
hates themselves and I know you hate yourself too.
Extreme statement?
Proof: Out of
billions of balding men, us 10 or so forum regulars are the only ones obsessed enough by balding to post here. Think about that. Then think about how pathetic your posturing is. You spend hours on this forum every single day posting about baldness. You took a break but then you returned and jumped straight back in. Yesterday you posted at;
- Yesterday, 04:45 PM
- Yesterday, 04:22 PM
- Yesterday, 03:06 PM
- Yesterday, 07:00 AM
- Yesterday, 01:41 AM
- Yesterday, 01:14 AM
And I'm to believe you' have a positive outlook on baldness and your life and are better than me somehow?
You are only an NW3! And you're in your 30's where it's completely normal to have a receding hairline! And you are still on this forum 24/7? You are completely nuts.
I
know you hate going bald and it's
going to happen and that makes me smile when I read posts like the one quoted above. When I was still going bald I was in denial just like you and argued with Fred, called him ridiculously negative etc.
Well I've been through it all and it's horrible and it's all ahead of you. Enjoy going bald!
You used to bring this same argument on me and I really think you need to evaluate how relevant it is. The guy was talking about your inability to cope, and you just started posting his posting times? What is the point of this?
I think this is an interesting enough place to post, I have up to several other forums I frequent, sometimes go off them for a bit, sometimes not, am I unhealthily obsessed with guitar, philosophy, politics, too? No, it's not as big of a deal as you think to post on here several times a day. I often reply on here while on my phone, waiting around somewhere doing nothing.
I mean you just disproved your own point that he posts 24/7! He posted like a handful of times, he could go away and do other ****, return to his laptop, leave a post, then go about his day again, you call these 6 posts in a day as something obsessive? Are you actually being serious?
But really, for some reason in your mind this "billions of people exist yet you post on here" argument is something really special, when it really isn't, it's absolutely meaningless. He talked about your inability to cope and instead of trying to justify yourself you just spat the same thing back at him, except you don't have any ammunition.