I GOT HIT ON!! !

But seriously, one of the most interesting things I saw last night was ease with which (physical) Alphas score. Things I/we agonize over for years are absolutely trivial matters for them. They don't have to be funny, smart, or even nice to basically select the woman of their choice. Of course the women they select aren't exactly prizes (except maybe physically) themsleves.
Still, I can't help but be envious, even if they're playing a game I'm not interested in...
I suspect a large percentage of them end up without a long term deep, committed, long term relationship- which could cause them regrets when their looks go as they get past a certain age.
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But seriously, one of the most interesting things I saw last night was ease with which (physical) Alphas score. Things I/we agonize over for years are absolutely trivial matters for them. They don't have to be funny, smart, or even nice to basically select the woman of their choice. Of course the women they select aren't exactly prizes (except maybe physically) themsleves.
Still, I can't help but be envious, even if they're playing a game I'm not interested in...
I suspect a large percentage of them end up without a long term deep, committed, long term relationship- which could cause them regrets when their looks go as they get past a certain age.
Absolutely true. Obviously they showed up to the club alone (but didn't leave alone), just like they probably will next week.
Like I said, it's not a game I'm interested in playing, but I certainly would mind having the ability to do so, even if I chose not to use it...

But seriously, one of the most interesting things I saw last night was ease with which (physical) Alphas score. Things I/we agonize over for years are absolutely trivial matters for them. They don't have to be funny, smart, or even nice to basically select the woman of their choice. Of course the women they select aren't exactly prizes (except maybe physically) themsleves.
Still, I can't help but be envious, even if they're playing a game I'm not interested in...
I suspect a large percentage of them end up without a long term deep, committed, long term relationship- which could cause them regrets when their looks go as they get past a certain age.
Absolutely true. Obviously they showed up to the club alone (but didn't leave alone), just like they probably will next week.
Like I said, it's not a game I'm interested in playing, but I certainly would mind having the ability to do so, even if I chose not to use it...
Dude. YOU got hit on in a big way. Do you know how rare that is? You're looking at what these supposed 'alphas' are doing, and not seeing the rarity of the event that happened to you. Even though you say she was tipsy, it still takes a man special in the eyes of the woman for her to make the move. She selected you OVER these 'alphas'. Whereas these 'alphas' were running around playing the field trying to get women interested in them. Bear that in mind! You were doing nothing more than being yourself, and she found that attractive.

But seriously, one of the most interesting things I saw last night was ease with which (physical) Alphas score. Things I/we agonize over for years are absolutely trivial matters for them. They don't have to be funny, smart, or even nice to basically select the woman of their choice. Of course the women they select aren't exactly prizes (except maybe physically) themsleves.
Still, I can't help but be envious, even if they're playing a game I'm not interested in...
I suspect a large percentage of them end up without a long term deep, committed, long term relationship- which could cause them regrets when their looks go as they get past a certain age.
Absolutely true. Obviously they showed up to the club alone (but didn't leave alone), just like they probably will next week.
Like I said, it's not a game I'm interested in playing, but I certainly would mind having the ability to do so, even if I chose not to use it...
Dude. YOU got hit on in a big way. Do you know how rare that is? You're looking at what these supposed 'alphas' are doing, and not seeing the rarity of the event that happened to you. Even though you say she was tipsy, it still takes a man special in the eyes of the woman for her to make the move. She selected you OVER these 'alphas'. Whereas these 'alphas' were running around playing the field trying to get women interested in them. Bear that in mind! You were doing nothing more than being yourself, and she found that
attractive.
Thanks!

Yes, I realize how cool it was - that's why I started this thread. It doesn't even matter that I didn't have the slightest idea how to deal with it, it's still a great feeling!
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Cool, congrats Grisha!! I hope you learn something out of it, for next time..
I get frequently hit on, but I never know how to react or what to say or sometimes I'm totally oblivious to it until it clicks minutes afterwards when its too late... The feeling is awesome, followed later by a deep lovely feeling of failure and self-loathing..
A few weeks ago at a bar, as I was coming out from the men's room some tipsy chick pushes me against the wall approaches me like she's about to neck me and says, "Mmmm, you smell good, I love it. I do naughty things to a guy that smells good..". I'm stunned and just respond with an "Oh!" and walk away perplexed..
One of my recent regrettable flops occurred when I went to the library. I was waiting for the elevator, along with some attractive girls standing beside me. One of the elevator doors open (with the signal of going up), I wait like a gentleman for them to board the elevator, one the girls mentions they are going to the floor below. So, I board the elevator by myself, then suddenly one of the girls jumps in. Her friend is like, "Hey! Where are you going? That elevator is heading up, we're parked below", the very attractive girl responds "I know. I'm taking this elevator. I'll meet you below!". I think to myself, "huh, how odd". The elevator doors closes, she smiles at me and mentions something trivial I don't recall. I smile back with my typical forced aspie smile. I stare at my reflection at the polished metal panels. The doors open, as I'm walking out, it appears she wants to say something to me, but she suddenly bows her head downward and mumbles. A few walking steps later, after processing what just occurred, I'm startled by a voice in my mind yelling, "You IDIOT!! She wanted you to talk to her!! You just realized that!! !"
On my way home I was mentally kicking myself in the butt, obsessing over what occurred...
Ahh, yes! The typical social failings of my aspie life..
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I get frequently hit on, but I never know how to react or what to say or sometimes I'm totally oblivious to it until it clicks minutes afterwards when its too late... The feeling is awesome, followed later by a deep lovely feeling of failure and self-loathing..
A few weeks ago at a bar, as I was coming out from the men's room some tipsy chick pushes me against the wall approaches me like she's about to neck me and says, "Mmmm, you smell good, I love it. I do naughty things to a guy that smells good..". I'm stunned and just respond with an "Oh!" and walk away perplexed..
One of my recent regrettable flops occurred when I went to the library. I was waiting for the elevator, along with some attractive girls standing beside me. One of the elevator doors open (with the signal of going up), I wait like a gentleman for them to board the elevator, one the girls mentions they are going to the floor below. So, I board the elevator by myself, then suddenly one of the girls jumps in. Her friend is like, "Hey! Where are you going? That elevator is heading up, we're parked below", the very attractive girl responds "I know. I'm taking this elevator. I'll meet you below!". I think to myself, "huh, how odd". The elevator doors closes, she smiles at me and mentions something trivial I don't recall. I smile back with my typical forced aspie smile. I stare at my reflection at the polished metal panels. The doors open, as I'm walking out, it appears she wants to say something to me, but she suddenly bows her head downward and mumbles. A few walking steps later, after processing what just occurred, I'm startled by a voice in my mind yelling, "You IDIOT!! She
wanted you to talk to her!! You just realized that!! !"
On my way home I was mentally kicking myself in the butt, obsessing over what occurred...
Ahh, yes! The typical social failings of my aspie life..


Wow! You get hit on a lot more than I do - I'm envious.

I would probably be able to handle those situations if I had like a week to figure out what to do rather than mere seconds...

I get frequently hit on, but I never know how to react or what to say or sometimes I'm totally oblivious to it until it clicks minutes afterwards when its too late... The feeling is awesome, followed later by a deep lovely feeling of failure and self-loathing..
A few weeks ago at a bar, as I was coming out from the men's room some tipsy chick pushes me against the wall approaches me like she's about to neck me and says, "Mmmm, you smell good, I love it. I do naughty things to a guy that smells good..". I'm stunned and just respond with an "Oh!" and walk away perplexed..
One of my recent regrettable flops occurred when I went to the library. I was waiting for the elevator, along with some attractive girls standing beside me. One of the elevator doors open (with the signal of going up), I wait like a gentleman for them to board the elevator, one the girls mentions they are going to the floor below. So, I board the elevator by myself, then suddenly one of the girls jumps in. Her friend is like, "Hey! Where are you going? That elevator is heading up, we're parked below", the very attractive girl responds "I know. I'm taking this elevator. I'll meet you below!". I think to myself, "huh, how odd". The elevator doors closes, she smiles at me and mentions something trivial I don't recall. I smile back with my typical forced aspie smile. I stare at my reflection at the polished metal panels. The doors open, as I'm walking out, it appears she wants to say something to me, but she suddenly bows her head downward and mumbles. A few walking steps later, after processing what just occurred, I'm startled by a voice in my mind yelling, "You IDIOT!! She wanted you to talk to her!! You just realized that!! !"
On my way home I was mentally kicking myself in the butt, obsessing over what occurred...
Ahh, yes! The typical social failings of my aspie life..


Story of my life. I've been hit on so many times and never noticed till later (sometimes years), I've lost count the amount of times it happened. I vividly remember seeing a hot girl with a fantastic body on the train platform waiting to get on. I was there for 3 mins and just looked at her every now and then. When the train came, she looked at me with a look that said "um, you should have hollered at me when you had the chance

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I get frequently hit on, but I never know how to react or what to say or sometimes I'm totally oblivious to it until it clicks minutes afterwards when its too late... The feeling is awesome, followed later by a deep lovely feeling of failure and self-loathing..
A few weeks ago at a bar, as I was coming out from the men's room some tipsy chick pushes me against the wall approaches me like she's about to neck me and says, "Mmmm, you smell good, I love it. I do naughty things to a guy that smells good..". I'm stunned and just respond with an "Oh!" and walk away perplexed..
One of my recent regrettable flops occurred when I went to the library. I was waiting for the elevator, along with some attractive girls standing beside me. One of the elevator doors open (with the signal of going up), I wait like a gentleman for them to board the elevator, one the girls mentions they are going to the floor below. So, I board the elevator by myself, then suddenly one of the girls jumps in. Her friend is like, "Hey! Where are you going? That elevator is heading up, we're parked below", the very attractive girl responds "I know. I'm taking this elevator. I'll meet you below!". I think to myself, "huh, how odd". The elevator doors closes, she smiles at me and mentions something trivial I don't recall. I smile back with my typical forced aspie smile. I stare at my reflection at the polished metal panels. The doors open, as I'm walking out, it appears she wants to say something to me, but she suddenly bows her head downward and mumbles. A few walking steps later, after processing what just occurred, I'm startled by a voice in my mind yelling, "You IDIOT!! She wanted you to talk to her!! You just realized that!! !"
On my way home I was mentally kicking myself in the butt, obsessing over what occurred...
Ahh, yes! The typical social failings of my aspie life..


This made me laugh in recognition. Sometimes I do get it in the moment, but don't know WTF to do about it.
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I get frequently hit on, but I never know how to react or what to say or sometimes I'm totally oblivious to it until it clicks minutes afterwards when its too late... The feeling is awesome, followed later by a deep lovely feeling of failure and self-loathing..
A few weeks ago at a bar, as I was coming out from the men's room some tipsy chick pushes me against the wall approaches me like she's about to neck me and says, "Mmmm, you smell good, I love it. I do naughty things to a guy that smells good..". I'm stunned and just respond with an "Oh!" and walk away perplexed..
One of my recent regrettable flops occurred when I went to the library. I was waiting for the elevator, along with some attractive girls standing beside me. One of the elevator doors open (with the signal of going up), I wait like a gentleman for them to board the elevator, one the girls mentions they are going to the floor below. So, I board the elevator by myself, then suddenly one of the girls jumps in. Her friend is like, "Hey! Where are you going? That elevator is heading up, we're parked below", the very attractive girl responds "I know. I'm taking this elevator. I'll meet you below!". I think to myself, "huh, how odd". The elevator doors closes, she smiles at me and mentions something trivial I don't recall. I smile back with my typical forced aspie smile. I stare at my reflection at the polished metal panels. The doors open, as I'm walking out, it appears she wants to say something to me, but she suddenly bows her head downward and mumbles. A few walking steps later, after processing what just occurred, I'm startled by a voice in my mind yelling, "You IDIOT!! She
wanted you to talk to her!! You just realized that!! !"
On my way home I was mentally kicking myself in the butt, obsessing over what occurred...
Ahh, yes! The typical social failings of my aspie life..


Wow! You get hit on a lot more than I do - I'm envious.

I would probably be able to handle those situations if I had like a week to figure out what to do rather than mere seconds...

In order to be ready for the next time this happens to me, I am going to rehearse a word for word set of phrases something to the effect: "I have an appointment, so I can't talk, but if I could get your number, maybe we could go out for coffee and get to know each other." That would give you some time to assess the situation before calling her.
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But usually nothing blossoms out of it. My social IQ is "FAILURE". The grandiose feeling does not make up for the frustration that follows.

Same here! But who has the magic crystal ball for us prepare for spontaneaous 'get-hit-on' occassions?
That't pretty good!.. Besides knowing what to say, application is important too, I sometimes wear I stupid smirk, laugh nervously, or I keep looking away nervously while speaking..
Anyways, toast for you Grisha, let us know when it happens again..
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A woman with A.S.... She is Quirky.
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