Ok, well let's give John the benefit of the doubt and say that his method DOES end up getting him some tail. After you nearly fuck yourself and her to death for the first couple of weeks after you lose your virginity, you're going to feel a big "Sooooo now what?". You're going to start thinking about other women and branching out a bit. So let's say that works too and you do it all over again, rinse, repeat. After a while you're going to start feeling like it's groundhog day and you're going to start looking for something more tangible and less emotionally inept and vacuous. Then you're going to realize that you have to start all over again and shed whatever persona you've created for yourself because you end up being disgusted with the person you see in the mirror who isn't you anymore.
I think what everyone is trying to say is that you're not seeing the big picture. Sure, finally getting laid is a big step and will be a weight off of your shoulders, but that's just until something else comes along. You're looking at it as if relationships and social life are a race, and sex is the finish line. My friend, sex is just the beginning. What happens when you meet someone you fall desperately in love with who thinks you're the person you're pretending to be, and then slowly they realize that you aren't that person and they crush you because to them, you're a liar. This kind of thing goes both ways, John. What are you going to tell her? "Oh sorry, remember everything I told you about myself? Yeah, that was kind of a lie...I'm not really like that. I don't like that music, I don't like those clothes, I don't like your friends, I don't like your taste in music/movies/entertainment, etc. I'm really this person, whom you've never met and now that you know the truth, you'll most probably like me even less than if I told you up front. Nice to meet you. I know we have absolutely nothing in common, but can I fuck you anyway?" Yeah, that's not gonna go over too well.
And let's not forget that after a while, you're gonna get really tired of being someone you're not...I don't care how good the pussy is.
My suggestion? Find a really hot prostitute and fuck the hell out of her. If you're doing things you wouldn't normally do just to get laid, save yourself the time and money you'll spend trying to get in their pants anyway and just go buy a whore. Cum on her face and be done with it.
DW says it best, and I can fully understand Kevin's reaction. Everyone on the board is offering sound advice to the guy and still he thinks he knows it best. John, you need to learn to listen to advice, consider it seriously, and only
then discard what you feel doesn't apply to you instead of flying off the handle to people who mean well.
I can understand where you're coming from, I really can, but what you're doing now is trying to score by catering to the desires of the people you think will respond to such behaviour. And that, my friend, is a 100% guaranteed recipe for failure, if not soon, then in the long run.
Let me ask you this, though: what're you gonna do if you keep pretending to be John the Club Bunny and you meet an attractive metal chick who snubs you (rightly so) because you're pretending to be a clubbing guy just to get laid? What then?
Like DW said, sex isn't a goal you should strive for (even if at your age, people are trying to make you believe it is), but rather just one part of a fulfilling relationship. All I have to say, John, is that all the people who've offered advice have gotten laid in their lives (some even more than once!
), and I'm willing to bet they've all had (or currently have, in my case) a fulfilling and rewarding relationship. We're not the experts, we're not always right, but we know what we're talking about.
I mean this in the kindest way possible, but I think your self-pity, your desperate behaviour and your pseudo-Viking/my pals blowhard bullshit are cock-blocking you FAR more than any kind of clothing ever could. You need to change from within, not on the outside.
