The reason I’m back posting on r/seduction might be called a self limiting belief. Namely, I can’t bring myself to overcome some of my self limiting beliefs on my own, and I need your help. Of those SLRs, the most crippling is a sort of guilt about seduction. I get bashful about seducing itself. I know I need to just sack up about all of what follows--that pickup is the art of sacking up in the face of SLRs--but I think I need some support in this case (which, as you will see, is a way of “sacking up” in itself, seeing as I've been afraid to ask for your help).

Maybe it’s because I almost always go out on my own. I like to have company, but I always leave them or let them drag me down. I rarely integrate them into my seduction scheme--mostly because I am afraid for some reason of being seen as a seducer. I am ashamed of it, for some reason. Take tonight for example. I travel to a new city, meet a bunch of nice people, we drink, we go to a club, etc. Nobody is going super big, and the club is kindof shitty. I am running game on everybody in our group, on one hand, and yet I’m running it on no one. There’s four single girls in our group--one who’s pretty into me, one girl who’s pretty indifferent, a hideous, fat one, and a smoking hot one, on whom I ran what I thought was pretty solid game, despite her being one girl’s sister, but somewhere along the line it went awry.

I get stuck talking to the ugly hideous one, who’s actually pretty cool, but who’s obviously last pick in the draw for me, because I feel bad for her, I think. She tells me in broken English over the loud music something along the lines of “you could pick up anybody here because you are american and a foreigner. Just tell me a girl”

I told her that is cheap. I will never use something so cheap just to get a girl (SLR). She was persistent though, so I picked a girl. Sure enough, she was into me. I felt guilty running game in front of my new friends though, because I was embarrassed by the circumstances surrounding the fat hideous one’s little game, which she related to them as they watched me run game.

So what did I do? I fucking left the club. And now I am pissed off at myself. Not because I didn’t land the girl. She really wasn’t that great. I could have fucked her, I’m sure (woulda’ coulda’ shoulda’, I know). But I would have been doing so for a stupid reason--i.e. that my will to get better at pickup is stronger than my discomfort with grabbing, as it were, low hanging fruits.

And tomorrow, what do I want to do? Daygame. I want to run some fuckng solid daygame and get a date or something for the night. But what am I going to do? Walk around in what David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest AA calls “analysis paralysis,” using an overcomplicated ethics of pickup in order to procrastinate from actually going up to a girl and telling her she’s fucking beautiful (or something). Tell me to stop being such a little analytical bitch. Tell me what I already know, that it is fucking natural for a guy to run some natural game on a girl. That those people don’t think less of you, and if they do, fuck them. Then maybe I will be able to stop thinking these things that are making me frustrated.

TL;DR I am ashamed of seduction, and I find myself feeling somehow inauthentic; but I still want to get better. By better I just mean more comfortable though.

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Note: Thank you guys for all of the tough love. It was exactly what I was asking for. Tonight, when I go out, I think I will feel a whole lot better. Today has been a day of soul searching, and I realize that I fucking deserve to be seeking out attractive, cool chicks, and it is perfectly fucking natural for me to want to seduce them. I have no obligation to stick with my group or pretend that I'm not interested in something that I deserve and which is natural. Hopefully, a more positive FR to come.