And whenever they share stories about meeting new women and dating them, when they talk about their body count just makes me feel very unwanted, inadequate and unattractive. Hearing them how they pull and bed with women, and when they ask me about it feels like they're about to rub raw salt to an deep open wound that never heals and keeps gushing blood.
And whenever they share stories about meeting new women and dating them, when they talk about their body count just makes me feel very unwanted, inadequate and unattractive. Hearing them how they pull and bed with women, and when they ask me about it feels like they're about to rub raw salt to an deep open wound that never heals and keeps gushing blood.
I disagree to becoming a landlord, she says I lack "vision and desire to triumph in life", I'm not apologizing for not engaging in exploitation and becoming a parasite (even Adam Smith hated them).
There's other avenues for personal improvement.
Sometimes I think that if I put enough effort on myself and be out there eventually I'll find her and have my happily ever after. While other times I just don't see myself being in a relationship let alone marriage, based on the fact I'm not attractive and don't get a woman's attention, most likely I'll ride out this life alone, making me believe the happy ending will never happen.
I felt an instant sadness and started to cry, I don't know if its a repressed emotion, the thought of innocence lost or the nostalgia of simpler times. The character that resonated with me when I rewatched it was Donald Duck because of all the misfortune that happened to him and all the temper issues he somehow prevailed, but I always wish he lives peaceful and happy.
He makes this weird noise in his throat like he's about to cough/burp/hiccup and is amplified when he's eating, also he eats very loud. Is an everyday struggle, and I don't even tell him anymore because he'll just keep doing it anyways. One day I told him to his face because it got overbearing. "No offense bro but you sound like a pig" and he just told me to shut up. Also I hate it when he burps, well that's in general not just from him.
After work, me and my parents went to dine at a restaurant, while we were eating my parents claimed that the waitress was checking me out, I rebuffed them saying that she's being nice doing her job yet they kept insisting to get her number; I didn't do it after all. Hours later, I was coming back from salsa class (I've been going for more than a year for the purpose to *be out there* at the recommendation from my parents but its mostly older people, younger people tend to come and go, I hoped to find people around my age to maybe have a social circle) my mom told me she's very worried that I'll live a life of loneliness since I've never dated any woman before, and hoped with salsa class somehow someway it will help with that problem. I told her that I'm 33 years old and I want to think I have time left but I'm not in college let alone high school anymore where I can find people around my age single and without children; lowkey saying is mostly over for me now, that sadly everything that I hoped to achieve on my 30s what I didn't have in my teenage years and my 20s never happened.
I'm a 33 year old guy and sadly, a virgin, had problems with my body image mostly because I have a gut and refrained from sex because I don't want to disgust any woman, I want her to lust over me, be excited and turned on that she'll do it with me. One of my fantasies is to have sex with gym girls and older women, so I started to work out to reciprocate.
The last two times I've gone out with friends at the nightclub I felt lonely yet intermittently having fun, what brings me down is seeing happy couples dancing, kissing and holding each other; also the sight of beautiful women in which they're far out of my league; I do my best to have fun even though I'm new to EDM scene, but sometimes I feel like a liar when my friend asks me if I had fun and I say yes.
What good is going out when you're struggling to enjoy yourself?
The last two times I've gone out with friends at the nightclub I felt lonely yet intermittently having fun, what brings me down is seeing happy couples dancing, kissing and holding each other; also the sight of beautiful women in which they're far out of my league; I do my best to have fun even though I'm new to EDM scene, but sometimes I feel like a liar when my friend asks me if I had fun and I say yes.
What good is going out when you're struggling to enjoy yourself?