To the average person or avg chode, my night last night would have probably looked amazing. It was not, in my opinion. It Sucked...

Brief Summary of where I come from: I was severely fucked up for a long time, til the age of 26. Started getting into soft drugs then (pot, shrooms) as a therapeutic approach to dealing with my shit. It helped tremendously. Got involved in the seduction community and it has transformed my life. I have seen The Blueprint 3 times, read Models, and am currently trying to lock down Magic Bullets. 1 year ago, my # was 10. In the last year, I've slept with 9 different women. I would say my progress is amazing, yet I still have "bad" nights frequently. Over the course of this year, I've generated tremendous social proof, to the point where people are giving me ridiculous compliments, calling me things like, "Rockstar" or "Spiritual Guide". These compliments, along with my complete change in life (totally new friends, conversion to atheism, new wardrobe, new walk, new talk) have really been fucking with my identity, ego and w/e... I had to get over my mommy issues, and over time I grew a tremendous amount of personal confidence. I'm on my way, but I've hit several major road blocks. I'm hard headed and have a hard time digesting a lot of principles.

[FR] So last night, like any typical thursday night, I go to my favorite spot where I know I have the most social proof, and I know will get me into state fast. It's a local bar that features live-band karaoke on thursday nights (a band comes in, and you get up in front of the mic and sing). It's a killer time! I've severely grown my skills at this venue over the last year, to the point where everyone in the bar knows who I am, and even expects me to go up and sing. Some people goto the bar, just to hear me sing. Usually, it's extremely impressive, and shows just how little fucks I give. Everytime I go up, I light up the bar and start the party. I finished my song, everyone gave me a high five, and treated me like this so called, "rockstar" label... w/e.

Shortly before I went up to sing, a pretty girl had dropped and lost her wallet. My friend found it on the ground. I decided to do the right thing, not take anything out and hand it to the bartenders (all of which know me). In a few minutes, this same girl, hb9, comes back asking about it. I tell her what happened and she says I saved the day. She then claimed that her boyfriend left the bar because he was pissed that she lost her wallet... I thought that was weird, but okay. Maybe it was some lie she made up, but I immediately put her in the friendzone... I dont fuck around with that kinda shit.

After I come down from the stage, she compliments me on how awesome I was, and she starts spending a lot of time dancing/singing with and next to me. Her friends, pardon my crudeness, were the biggest bitches I've ever had to deal with! OMFG! I didn't let it get to me at first. I continued having a good time, with that one non-single girl, and just enjoying myself and any new people that come into the bar (0). I just kept giving her value, and enjoying the night. Her friends were like the biggest group of chodey girls I've ever seen. Constantly looking at their phones with this bitchy look on their face. Looking at her like she's weird, not even looking at me at all. They didn't want to dance or sing, or anything. They practically ignored me all night. Finally the hb9 tries to get them to dance, something she continues todo all night. If her energy was at a 10, the most she could get them at is a 5 or a 6. She then introduces me to her friends, one of which happens to be her twin sister. Her sister barely looks at me, barely smiles... And then there's the fat one of the group. She's just not having it at all. In fact, she's making these judgemental looks at the hb9 i was dancing with, all night. At some point I tell the HB9 a few different lines to try to make her friends act better. Once I said to her privately, "I think your friends are having a bad time." She laughed, and tried to help out. Didn't work. Next, in front of her friends, I tell them all and the HB9, to the HB9, "Yo! I love your friend! She's so cool! She can dance whenever she wants to! sing whenever she wants to! She doesn't give a fuck! She's awesome!" The HB9 of course laughed at this. She again tried getting her friends to dance... All fucking night, this was happening. I couldn't understand why.

When I was severely fucked up long ago, I used to believe in "magic". I also used to believe that I was ugly... After all the material and reference experiences I've encountered, I stopped believing in that bullshit... But last night, it started creeping up on me. Because I simply couldn't explain this, I started to feel like these girls saw something in me... something I can't explain, whether they found me horribly ugly, or whatever... Idk... It was something. Who acts like that? Seriously? It's fucking ridiculous. The coolest, most popular, most fun guy at the bar just wants to have a good time, and they fucking ignore him and treat him like he's a creep. Sometimes, it makes me wonder why I do any of this shit... Why do I build social proof... especially as high as I've built it, why? What's the fucking point when people will still treat you like garbage. I could have gigantic muscles, fucking amazing style, swagger, social proof... EVERYTHING... And still, they act like these stone cold hearted bitches, all night. How much shit is seriously stuffed up their asses... I have no idea.

all of this is really messing with my head. I've generated a bit of an ego with this "rockstar" label and because of the way my male friends have been treating me... People think I get laid all the time. I don't. I still work my fucking ass off. I still go out and get no where, week after week. I still struggle with identity issues... I've managed to get over my past at least and forget the terrible ways my past friends and family used to treat me. And even now with this "free" mentality, I'm lost.

TLDR: Came from a fucked up background, grew up into a somewhat confident dude. Recently went to a bar I frequent, created uber social status as always, opened up 1 group where 1 HB9 was giving me attention and the rest were putting up some impenetrable bitch shield from hell. Tried breaking through it, and nothing was working.