I am too sexy..

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I don't understand how women can find that attractive.

Unless of course his pants where shiny. Then I'd understand...

^ Never mind, you're too sexy to understand.

Boo, you're cracking me up. lol

Once I stepped into a room and every girl there swooned from my sheer sexiness. Then they mobbed me and started dragging me down and smothering me with kisses, all the while begging for my hand in marriage.................................










Then I woke up.

I showed my picture and the girls stopped with the wise cracks...

I win.

What picture?

I'll pm, don't share in public.

I actually added a girl I like to facebook today. My stomach feels like its in a knot and I don't know what I want but I did it anyways. The problem doesn't ever seem to be so much as "wondering if" most of the time, but more of a analytical consuming pain felt deep inside the innards of my stomach. And all this because understanding what would happen is more time consuming then being surprised. Approaching love is accepting it, and accepting it is bringing out feelings which you may or not be ready for. Like a percussion of social draught brought on willingly to invade your personal space. That essence of love overpowers the power of dread or fear....

Its like, liking something makes you more apt to deny your own tenaciously happy hermit thoughts....

And how do you do with the ladies, Nim? Attractive girls often tell me I'm cute. Sometimes they state it matter-of-factly because I'm not always sexual with girls by default (many NTs are) but people tell me nonetheless. Ugly girls assume they don't have a chance with me. Occasionally hot girls approach me.

I did work to improve my appearance significantly, so I haven't lived with this reality for my entire life. I used to be physically unattractive in addition to being socially unattractive. Sometimes it's hard for me to grasp the fact that very attractive girls can find ME attractive and feel nervous talking to ME on a regular basis.

Last year at the first social for the underground music club, I quickly drank myself into a stupor and made friends with the guy wearing the winter hat indoors so I would have an anchor...I made myself appear to be relaxed to hide the fact that mentally I was going "Oh my god this is scary, the only person I know here is the guy I just met, and he'll want to talk to other people soon and then what will I do!" and a hot blonde approaches me...."Oh umm hey uhh...so uhh what's your major....fashion, oh I...don't know anything about fashion....cool...." Due to the intensity of the situation and my drunkenness, I forget the rest, but I think she eventually walked away. Then I walked around the party awkwardly and left.

Since everyone's opinion of attractive is different, the assumption that one is super attractive seems stupid and moot.

You're right. Winning should shut him up.

My punishment for being born is to be alone, and my cost of living with a clear mind is to be egotistical in nature.

An anchor is what it takes to keep from wandering, control is what it takes to battle ones own mind. And without land in sight finding that true love seems rather hypocritical when you can't even find your own way in life. Catering to women has been the point of man since we where born, son to our mothers wombs, boy to our girlfriends hearts, husband to our wifes love. But the truth in the matter is that with men comes pain. Pain unrepairable and damaging to the psyche of women kind. As such, the purest form of a non self fulfilling nature is to cast free the bonds with love and the need for compassion. Cast free your ties with women and bask in your own misunderstood mostly crazy self loathing selves.

This is the best gift you can give. Because being there causes pain for both party's, but always going away will make you oblivious to the pain of the world. To win one only must believe he is perfect in nature or work hard for the goals he sets himself to accomplish. To win one must uphold a valued notion of right and wrong without them having to be written down. Fairness towards ones fellow brethren to an extent. And a tight lip to the fairer sex no matter the cost to ones own emotions....

For this I win, because I think, and I am... and I attempt at such. Because the weight of being anything else is too overbearing to be livable.