Presented the opportunity....

[clitoral]

Well, hey, you can't be all bad if you've got good taste in pistols.

By the way, listen to ITW and think about shaving your head. After a certain point of balding, the hair just looks stupid no matter what you do with it. So, fuck it, shave it off. Worst case scenario it looks stupid for a little while and then grows back. You might find that you like the look.

I saw it in a magazine and thought "that should do the job." Can't really say that I know anything else about pistols. I've never even shot it.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Well, hey, you can't be all bad if you've got good taste in pistols.

By the way, listen to ITW and think about shaving your head. After a certain point of balding, the hair just looks stupid no matter what you do with it. So, fuck it, shave it off. Worst case scenario it looks stupid for a little while and then grows back. You might find that you like the look.

Except don't go for the clean shave. That just makes white guys look like they have lightbulb heads.

 

[clitoral]

Except don't go for the clean shave. That just makes white guys look like they have lightbulb heads.

Because of my jowls my head looks like a penis if I shave my hair. Tried that, regretted it for a few months.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Because of my jowls my head looks like a penis if I shave my hair. Tried that, regretted it for a few months.

How do you feel about professional sex providers?

 

[clitoral]

How do you feel about professional sex providers?

I once paid for an "escort" to come over to my place. $250 at the front door and as soon as we got to my bedroom she informed me that "for legal purposes" she can't touch me. My buddy had the same girl come over and she did everything, just made him use a condom (duh!). That's why I called her. After that, I gave up on professionals too.

 

[JMohegan]

As for the exercise advice, remember that I spent all highschool running just as much as the track team ran, only when I was done running for the day I started the weight lifting portion of my workout.

And then put in your field time, drill time, and book time learning plays?

Bullshit. Nobody runs as much as the track team. Not even crew, and they run a whole hell of a lot.

What position did you play?

 

[rosco rathbone]

I once paid for an "escort" to come over to my place. $250 at the front door and as soon as we got to my bedroom she informed me that "for legal purposes" she can't touch me. My buddy had the same girl come over and she did everything, just made him use a condom (duh!). That's why I called her. After that, I gave up on professionals too.

I'm liking the looks of this place:

http://www.alexisclub.com/

 

[intothewoods]

I once paid for an "escort" to come over to my place. $250 at the front door and as soon as we got to my bedroom she informed me that "for legal purposes" she can't touch me. My buddy had the same girl come over and she did everything, just made him use a condom (duh!). That's why I called her. After that, I gave up on professionals too.

Christ, gimme a break.

And then put in your field time, drill time, and book time learning plays?

Bullshit. Nobody runs as much as the track team. Not even crew, and they run a whole hell of a lot.

What position did you play?

Busted!

 

[intothewoods]

Well, hey, you can't be all bad if you've got good taste in pistols.

By the way, listen to ITW and think about shaving your head. After a certain point of balding, the hair just looks stupid no matter what you do with it. So, fuck it, shave it off. Worst case scenario it looks stupid for a little while and then grows back. You might find that you like the look.

I keep meaning to collect these and put them in my sig. They happen so rarely.

 

[Marquis]

Okay, before I write any more, I have to thank you in all seriousness for avoiding the immaturity and sparring that others have responded with.
The thing is, I understand why I repulse those people's sensibilities. That's normal. The fact that I don't seem to have that effect on you makes me suspect that you are at least sympathetic to one who would watch a real rape video, and that leads me to suspect that your much awaited answer on that matter is yes, you would. I hypothesize that if you were truly repulsed by such a video, you and I would have more of an adversarial relationship like me and many of the other posters in this thread (not to mention any usernames, of course).
Okay, onto the replies.

I think this is fair to say. I haven't explicitly stated my opinion, mostly to encourage more discussion and hear both sides, but it probably isn't hard to tell where I lean.

How does one "commit to being happy and comfortable"? You obviously have developed some lifeskills that I have not. I don't know what you look like, but I imagine that it's easier for people to commit to that when they are accepted, or at least, acceptable.

Committing to being happy and comfortable has nothing to do with what I look like. I have days where I feel like nothing I say or do is right, just like everyone else. There's nothing wrong with introspection and the desire to improve yourself, but when I get to the point where I feel like every move I make is the wrong one, I just say fuck it and do whatever the fuck I want and everyone else will have to just deal with it.

In the end, no one is responsible for your own happiness but you, and therefore no one can tell you what you need to do or be to be happy but you. Have faith that the real you is a good person, you'll be surprised by the results, I always am.

I never said that I "can't get any pussy whatsoever." It's just that what I do get isn't exactly attractive and miles away from sexy. As for the exercise advice, remember that I spent all highschool running just as much as the track team ran, only when I was done running for the day I started the weight lifting portion of my workout. Despite all that, my body never got any more lean. Yes, certain muscles have become a little more noticably bigger, but it certainly hasn't made my body more attractive or even made me feel better about my body. As for fat consumption, physics is one thing and the complex biochemical interactions inside our bodies is another. Diabetes also changes the nature of those biochemical interactions too. Some people can eat anything that they want and never pay for it. If I even look at a bag of potato chips I gain weight.

You're talking to a guy who has lost 70 pounds in a year, so forgive me if I remain skeptical. I'm not saying metabolism and hormones and insulin levels and all sorts of shit aren't a factor, I know they are. What I'm saying is that you can do it if you want it bad enough. How much you want something isn't measured by how numerous your obstacles are, but how much you do to overcome then.

"I don't know what style you could choose that would be congruent with the look and image you want to portray, but I can think of more than one person that looks similar to your self description and does fine with the ladies. I also know more than one person who meets the standard definition of attractive but talks about themselves the way you do, and they can't get laid to save their lives."

This is the best kernal of advice in your post. I don't doubt that other guys have managed to do better than me while working with less. I wish I knew their secret. But I don't. Their life circumstances taught them what they needed to overcome their shit. Mine has taught me that the less I say and the more I stay out of people's way, the less shit I take from people. As for the attractive guy that can't get laid because he has shit self esteem, that's equally fascinating, but there's a big difference there: he is actually attractive. He doesn't look like a bald Garfield with freckles (yeah, I've got his jowls so there is such a resemblance that some people at one of my jobs nicknamed me Garfield).

Garfield is one of the most popular and loved characters of all time.

As for the less than happy welcome on this thread, again I'll point out that I didn't come here to make friends. I came here to chip in my two cents on something that is relevant to my interests and somehow along the way I became somewhat of a celebrity on this thread. As for being a social outcast from the moment I show up.... story of my fuckin life. Should I have lied when I posted and said things so that everyone would like me? Should I have said "I would never view such rubbish and detest anyone who would" so that I would be acceptable to the group? WTF would the point be in that? Why even post? The thread asked questions and I answered honestly. Not tell me people, if you care about personality traits so much, don't you value the kind of honesty that I have shown?

I do, as do many others who are taking you seriously.

Stick around, and stay earnest. This board may surprise you.

I have a mixed history on this board myself. I've been on the other end of torches and pitch forks more than once.

As for the guy with a slave, I hear what your saying, but all I hear is yet another annecdote about another guy that isn't me who happens to have at least one of the same issues as me, but who the fuck knows what else he had going for him that I don't? Again, he somehow learned something that I haven't. And whatever that is, I don't have it so I can't exactly replicate his results. Now also ask yourself if you know for sure if he really thought his slave was hot, or if she was just the best he could do.

This guy didn't work and died of morbid obesity.

I've seen pictures of the slave, she was/is smoking and from what I've heard she wasn't his only option.

"You just have to contribute to the community in some way, add value and you will be valued. Being mr. cool has nothing to do with it and if anything breeds resentment and contempt as often as awe."

Yet another kernal of truth to be found in your excellent post. But again, this is nothing I haven't thought of before. I have spent hours and hours on many many different days obsessing over trying to find a strength of mine to focus on that I could possibly share with others. So far the best thing I have done is entertain people by being funny making fun of myself to the point that even I hurt my own feelings at the shit I say about myself. It amused people though. But yet, the next day it was forgotten and I gained nothing for it.

Why not go further with the cooking thing? Join a cooking club? Hell, start a cooking club! Don't give up right away. Wait until you have lots of people coming to your meetings to share recipes and dishes and whatever else you organize to get people there. Treat everyone with respect and warmth.

Then one day, a hot girl will walk in and say, "this is such a cool club! Who started this?"

And someone will point to you.

Also, I am not a home owner. My father is, and I'm just coming up with the money to pay his mortgage. Between credit cards and my student loans, both of which I'm behind on, my credit is shit so I couldn't get a mortgage if I tried. I got a credit card and instantly maxed it out buying the pistol and ammunition that I mentioned in an earlier post because I didn't plan on living long enough to have to pay it off. Yeah, that master plan of mine didn't work out. Then there's another issue with your master plan: I'm already scraping by as is without another bill to pay. If I could get a decent looking ride but couldn't afford to put any gas in it I wouldn't be any better off. I think my already tiny dick just got two inches shorter. FML

Money problems are a bitch, I'm dealing with them myself. I can't offer you any solutions won't find in a self help book, other than money isn't everything, it really isn't.



I lost my virginity young but I didn't learn how to get laid until my early 20's. I was EXTREMELY socially awkward for most of my life until then and obese for much of it as well.

I learned the skills I have now slowly, by listening to people who seemed to make sense and putting their suggestions into practice. It didn't happen overnight but I'm a happier person for it. The dark places of my brain that were created when I couldn't get a pretty girl to smile at me let alone suck my cock are still there, but now they take a back seat to the part of me that loves women because I'm not afraid of them anymore.

 

[subish2009]

And then put in your field time, drill time, and book time learning plays?

Bullshit. Nobody runs as much as the track team. Not even crew, and they run a whole hell of a lot.

What position did you play?

I was both a rower and a runner, and ran more as a rower. Not to be needlessly argumentative, just trying to point out that those things seem to vary a LOT by school.

I am, however, very skeptical about this inability to lose weight thing. I'm not saying you're lying, but maybe you didn't get the best training advice? I understand metabolic challenges and living with disease...but calories out, calories in. That's what it comes down to. The rest is how easy/difficult that is for you compared to others, how long it takes, and finding a way to balance it so it can be sustained. But if you're running that hard and watching what you eat, in an intelligent, well-informed and responsible manner, I don't see how you couldn't lose the weight.

You're obviously depressed and I'm guessing that has more to do with this hurdle, and probably many others you've discussed, too. Any thoughts about that and whether you'd like to/are able to seek treatment?

 

[BiBunny]

I know Clitoral probably doesn't want or need my sympathy, but to a very large degree, I understand where he's coming from.

I'm fat, too, and it seems like no matter what I do, it won't come off. Depo fucked my metabolism and PCOS has fucked it more. Working a sedentary job 10-14 hours a day doesn't help, either.

I'm also a social retard. God knows WTF is wrong with me. I'm a fucking phone sex operator because I can't other jobs. I can't get other jobs, not because I'm not competent or semi-intelligent, but because I'm social phobic and don't interview well. In interviews, in social situations, wherever, I tend to either make no impression or a bad impression, despite my best efforts.

The only thing I really have going for me is that I'm female and not hideously ugly, in spite of the fact that I'm morbidly obese.

So I won't give any advice that I know you don't want, anyway. I just thought it might make you feel marginally better to know you ain't the only one.

 

[JMohegan]

I was both a rower and a runner, and ran more as a rower. Not to be needlessly argumentative, just trying to point out that those things seem to vary a LOT by school.

I stand corrected. I'm also impressed! The classic crew rep (turns women into men and men into gods) was borne out in the physiques of the kids I knew.

How many hours a day did you run for track?

 

[FurryFury]

I may have dated a guy like Clitoral once. He was constantly putting himself down. I couldn't stand it. That's why I only dated him once. If he'd just not been so verbally self abusive, I might have dated him more but there is only so much one can take from someone like that who refuses any helpful advice and just wants to bitch.

 

[unregistered]

 

[clitoral]

I think this is fair to say. I haven't explicitly stated my opinion, mostly to encourage more discussion and hear both sides, but it probably isn't hard to tell where I lean.

Do you think that if you spoke your mind on the very question that you asked, all discussion would die off? You don't think that you would have anything controversial to say? You don't think that anyone would have anything to say about your thoughts? Surely you've convinced yourself that you are more interesting than that???? Where's that super self esteem you keep coaching me on?

Committing to being happy and comfortable has nothing to do with what I look like. I have days where I feel like nothing I say or do is right, just like everyone else. There's nothing wrong with introspection and the desire to improve yourself, but when I get to the point where I feel like every move I make is the wrong one, I just say fuck it and do whatever the fuck I want and everyone else will have to just deal with it.

In the end, no one is responsible for your own happiness but you, and therefore no one can tell you what you need to do or be to be happy but you. Have faith that the real you is a good person, you'll be surprised by the results, I always am.

Yeah, I know that feeling where everything I say pisses people off or comes out wrong and everything I do is wrong and it fucks everthing else up. That's the state that I live in. Occasionally I escape it, but in general that's the response to everything I say and do. But that's really not my biggest problem. My biggest problem isn't in the minutae of every thing I say and do, it's that nothing ever works out for me and everything I try do do goes wrong.
Nonetheless, I decided to throw caution to the wind and spend a day practicing not caring about that shit. Like everything else in my life, it didn't work out so well. Apparantly one of the only things people like about me is that I care.

You're talking to a guy who has lost 70 pounds in a year, so forgive me if I remain skeptical. I'm not saying metabolism and hormones and insulin levels and all sorts of shit aren't a factor, I know they are. What I'm saying is that you can do it if you want it bad enough. How much you want something isn't measured by how numerous your obstacles are, but how much you do to overcome then.

I seriously don't know what else I can do. I am very disciplined with my diet. I don't run anymore because my knees and lungs aren't what they used to be. I don't know how to express how much I want a better body. I don't have words, only actions. That's why I still weight train and follow the diet that my dietician wrote out for me. If only people could see the things I do, then they might get how much I want it. But they don't. They only see the short fat ugly bald garfield/bozo the clown-hybrid and say "there's an easy target."

Garfield is one of the most popular and loved characters of all time.

WHO THE FUCK WANTS TO BLOW GARFIELD??????? Popular and beloved is one thing when you are actually a cartoon character, but a characature of a cartoon is something totally different.

This guy didn't work and died of morbid obesity.

I've seen pictures of the slave, she was/is smoking and from what I've heard she wasn't his only option.

I reserve the right to remain skeptical until I see pics for myself. I also suspect there is some factor at work here that has not been identified yet. He may have written articles and stuff, but not every writer has what he needs to be sexually satisfied.

Why not go further with the cooking thing? Join a cooking club? Hell, start a cooking club! Don't give up right away. Wait until you have lots of people coming to your meetings to share recipes and dishes and whatever else you organize to get people there. Treat everyone with respect and warmth.

Then one day, a hot girl will walk in and say, "this is such a cool club! Who started this?"

And someone will point to you.

Your best advice yet! I will actually be starting my own recipe trading club ASAP. I'll probably only get a bunch of wrinkly old biddies showing up with the same Campbells green been casserole, but whether or not it works out for me, my father will love the company and hopefully he'll make some new friends and have lots to eat.
And long after he has passed, some day some smoking hot chick will walk in and say "Hey I brought this rack of baby back ribs in my own homemade bbq sauce. By the way, who started this club?" And someone will point to me and she'll say "No, really." And the one other guy in the club will take credit and go throw her a power fucking using her own homemade bbq sauce as lube in my bed while I'm too busy scraping a pile of wrinkles and broken hips off my floor, to notice.

Money problems are a bitch, I'm dealing with them myself. I can't offer you any solutions won't find in a self help book, other than money isn't everything, it really isn't.

Money isn't everything, but it sure can make everything just a little bit easier. If I were rich, or even well off, but still me. Well, I'd still be me. Maybe I could buy a crazy sports car that some girl would want to be seen in. If I'm lucky maybe she'd even marry me so she could dump my ass and get half.

I lost my virginity young but I didn't learn how to get laid until my early 20's. I was EXTREMELY socially awkward for most of my life until then and obese for much of it as well.

I learned the skills I have now slowly, by listening to people who seemed to make sense and putting their suggestions into practice. It didn't happen overnight but I'm a happier person for it. The dark places of my brain that were created when I couldn't get a pretty girl to smile at me let alone suck my cock are still there, but now they take a back seat to the part of me that loves women because I'm not afraid of them anymore.

Frustration sure can do evil things. Those dark places of your brain sound very familiar. I explained it as growing horns in an earlier post, but it's more like falling into a deep dark hole in a dark place in my brain. A Hell for others where I am the Devil and I am in charge. A place where if someone else gets hurt the way I feel hurt all the time, it doesn't matter because it is my turn to get what I want. A place where it's my job to make others understand how I feel. Physical pain, emotional torture, desperation, hopelessness, humiliation, domination and submission, breaking down people's willpower and hope until they feel the way I feel.
Dante had the same thing going for him, but he was also a literary genius. I don't even have that going for me.

 

[subish2009]

I stand corrected. I'm also impressed! The classic crew rep (turns women into men and men into gods) was borne out in the physiques of the kids I knew.

How many hours a day did you run for track?

Awww, thanks! Thinking though this, though, there's a factor at play that should have been very obvious to me when responding, but which I somehow didn't think about: I ran in high school, but I rowed for a D-I collegiate team...that probably explains why I ran more for crew!!! Duh. *palm to forehead*

Hours per day varies too much...plus, we're talking track, so the mileage is going to vary depending upon what events you do. I ran 400s, so I wasn't running as much as the 3200 folks. Probably only 25 miles per week. When I was rowing, easily 35-40 miles per week. Plus, the actual rowing. And I wonder why my knees are shot and I'm not supposed to run at all anymore...

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