I'm absolutely terrified of being considered creepy.

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I am treating people exactly how I would expect to be treated. If I went around hitting on every woman I saw within full view and earshot of their friends that I'd just done the same thing to, I would expect to be labelled as, at worst, a potential rapist, and at best, a "man whore" or "PUA". None of these are good labels to me.

That last sentence. Yeah... that... I never really considered it before, but maybe it IS an actual phobia at this point. Every time I think about getting told I'm a creep, I do have a little mini panic-attack... even when I come here, to this site, where I don't even know anyone's real name... I get worried that someone from real life is going to somehow stumble upon my posts here and realize how f****d up I am. Only one person I know in real life knows I'm on this site, and I can count the number on my hands that even know I have Asperger's...



I think having attempted this is actually part of the problem... I live with a girl who is REALLY easily creeped out. Doesn't really explain why she'd voluntarily choose to live with me... but anyway, going by her definitions... EVERYTHING is creepy!

An example of creepy on okc:

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This is my philosophy towards love.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBM6QkG0xeY

Yes indeed. Though I suspect this profile is fake, this attitude is not, and is a great example of what I find "creepy" in some girls who have been (or pretended to have been?) interested in me.

Does it work for you? I tend not to like this kind of philosophy. I find it self-defeating.

I think that was the point.
Don't worry, it wasn't directed at you, GorC was just saying they'd pretty given up on it.

I'm finally starting to understand what people have said all my life - don't seek love, just live life and be happy - and there's a high chance it'll just happen if you cross paths and allow it to happen.

I don't really seek it... I just f**k it up every time I have a chance at it...

Like I said, I can't stand the PUA pricks who go out and look for a hookup, ANY hookup... my problem isn't lack of chances, my problem is lack of knowledge of what to do with those chances and fear of taking them... it's almost MORE frustrating than the dark days of high school when no one would ever even show the slightest interest. At least then, it wasn't entirely my fault...

OK; just assume that she has a particularly sensitive creep gag response. Assign her at 10 on the 1-10 Creep Sensitivity Scale and move on. Most women are not at 10. (The woman you met at the party after the last track event seems to be at the lower, more tolerant end of the CSScale.) You know intellectually that your fear of creeping out is overblown.

There's a leitmotif I hear when reading the dating troubles of the guys here on WP; they're extremely self conscious. Yeah, I know; duh. But it's to the point of grandiosity. They are so afraid of their deficits that they don't actually focus on enjoying the presence of the woman. In a social realm (dating) they keep their focus locked inward. And yes, they're looking for a formula as a key. But, as I think you know; a formula in this case, is just another layer of insulation, bundling them inside, huddled up with their fears.

You, Pab, don't need a key. The door is unlocked and women are inviting you outside. Have you ever used visualization in order to help achieve a better outcome in anything? Imagine yourself looking inward at your dreads. Then look out and see the door open to the fresh air. Walk through the door into the weather. The weather outside the door is a metaphor for your relationship with the women with whom you have a mutual attraction. That relationship has all the attributes of weather; uncontrollable, only partially predictable and dynamic. The dynamic aspect of relationships requires your attention outward, not inward. But it's worth it, because it's big and beautiful, like the weather. Visualize interacting with it physically.


Yep, but don't do it on purpose to get slapped. Go out in in good faith with the assumption that you may get slapped occasionally and still survive. (Heck maybe even the relationship will survive it; they usually do.)

Sort of true, but not all women buy into the opinions of their friends. Some can think for themselves. Just don't be over the top, be careful with what you say. Reputations can form, but you can't worry yourself to death- it'll eat you up.

Well, you could just move to a place like Southern California for awhile. Everyone is weird here. You'd fit right in. You could always move back home once you find a woman.

Ok, lame.

Have you ever thought that what people might find creepy about you is that you try to be normal? I've spent the better part of my life trying to be "normal" and wearing the mask I thought people wanted to see. I think they can sense the falseness. I often felt distrusted for no good reason and was confused a lot. Not everyone likes the released me but tough. I'm not here to please them.

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Never heard that word before. What does it mean? I like learning new words hahaha



I use visualization all the time, especially with abstract concepts like this. I like this metaphor, especially since my profession (weather) is entirely about taking a chance based on things you THINK you know...



Ha. You're right, that was a stupid idea to begin. I was having some particularly bad thoughts run through my head when I wrote that.

I'm trying to remember how I felt when I ran my first 5k race ever... like dating, running a good race is an art form, or at best, an inexact science. I know I was nervous as all hell... I was the fat kid on the team, by far the worst runner. But the gun went off and I "ran" the race... pretty terribly. I was dead last in the entire race by over 5 minutes. The football team of the school we were racing against laughed at me as a struggled to run 9-minute miles past their practice field. It was f*****g humiliating and I wanted to quit. Yet here I am, 8 years later, able to run 5.5 miles faster than I could run 3 in that first race. How did I convince myself to gut it out, and turn off my nervousness whenever I'd go to run? Maybe it's because I knew, the gun was going off whether I was ready for it or not, so I might as well be ready for it. That's what I did... I turned off my brain, turned off the noise of my thoughts.... "What if I'm last again?" "What if those as*holes laugh at me again?" etc, etc... and just ran. And it worked. And now instead of being the fat kid that got laughed at for being so slow, I'm a marathon runner, president of a track club, and a ranked cross country runner on a pretty decent collegiate team.

That was in the area of running, where humiliating things actually HAPPENED TO ME. This current problem is in the area of dating, where NOTHING humiliating has actually happened to me yet. It's like I'm dressed in all my racing stuff, on the start line, the gun goes off, and I either just stand there or start jogging, because I'm afraid if I take one serious step I'll injure myself. Or, best case scenario so far, I start racing, and then start walking after a couple hundred yards because I think I MIGHT feel a twinge in my leg (metaphor for awkwardness). You're right, that's a f*****g stupid way to race or train, and an equally f*****g stupid way to live life, and I'm done doing it that way. I need to learn to live life the way I race: all out. I'll be injured when I'm actually injured. And even then, unless my leg's broken or something, I'll probably run through it.

I think, after tomorrow, I may take a break from this site, perhaps permanently (after tomorrow because I want to see people's responses to various things I've posted, as well as find out what "leitmotif" means). It's starting to take up too much of my time and too much of my thoughts. Aside from that, if that long-winded metaphor I just typed means anything, it's that the warm-up period of planning, talking, thinking, worrying.... that's over. I'm on the line and it's time to RACE!

My problem isn't even that people actually find me creepy. My problem is that I'm scared of people finding me creepy. Entirely within my own head.

Oh dear... well, stop it!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_gyL1QFcls0

I think you need to make her adventure in bed, bro.

A leitmotif is a recurring musical theme, associated within a particular piece of music with a particular person, place or idea. -Urban dictionary