In life I have 3 faces essentially. My professional "real life" face, my strategy fuck ass gamer face, and my anime convention "sex god wizard" face.

Pre-Sex God Phase: All throughout High School I was an annoying nerd with a heart of gold. The only game I had was the fact that I was very adamant about rejection. My Dad, being a complete he-hoe from the 70-80's, engendered it into my soul that women will almost always reject you at a base and that you shouldn't take it to heart; for every 99 no's you'll get 1 yes and that yes is all that matters. With that in mind, I was in a position where I gave literally no fucks what people thought of me to a degree. The only problem I had was I could not for the life of me bring myself to kiss a girl due to my anime-romance love ideals. So I dated a lot and got nowhere.

The beginning: This very sexually adamant girl I met my senior year of high school introduced me to anime conventions and the lord of parties "The Captain." I was shy, meek, but he could sense my potential and he thus decided to take me under his wing. He introduced me to all the right people and he was the right guy to know. From what he and my father taught me, that night I received my first handjob.

It isn't much, but it was in that moment something snapped inside my soul. I now realized what it meant to receive physical pleasure from woman and I wanted more.

So that desire combined with my fearlessness caused me to transcend reality and become not only my perfect self, but an unrealistic self that I could not have possibly imagined me being. I went from not giving a fuck to literally not giving a single shit and getting mad pussy and blow jobs on command. Anime conventions made this extra easy because you're literally the only alpha in a sea of people who leave their mom's basement once a year and that's now, both male and female, and let's face it, if you're a girl, who are you going to fuck? The guy that's in love with you because you cosplayed Attack on Titan or the guy in the garters who's going to fuck you (i.e. me)?

The Middle: My ego continued to get stroked to a level I could not imagine. I didn't understand what I was doing, but by sharing my stories of ridiculous hook up scenarios and being my ridiculous self, this "Ryan Lore" began to develop in the convention scene and the party scene I was a part of in my home town. Up until then, I was this sex god wizard fucker in my own mind, but now people would talk about me like I was a legend. I'd go to parties and conventions and people would be talking to me like they know me and I have no recollection of us meeting. At one point (it was the weirdest party of my life and I got star fucked a bunch and it was rad but super debasing) a girl had sex with me just because someone told her I was /that/ Ryan; literally said "I can't believe I'm going to have sex with Ryan."

The now: Well, now I'm done with nursing school and I'm working all the time. I don't have time for parties anymore and the party scene I was apart of is either out of state, married, or pregnant. The convention scene is still rampant with my followers I never asked for and I get all sorts of unrealistic magic happening to my dick the 5 times a year I go them. HOWEVER, while this is great and all, I want to have sex more regularly and with a more generalized demographic of women. I live in almost nowhere and anyone I meet from conventions don't exist within a reasonable driving distance.

The problem: I have little game outside of situations I'm already in power in. Because of my friend in high school, I got hooked up with all the right people for the convention scene and parties. I was the son of "The Captain" and when he moved out of state my legacy/"Ryan Lore" continued on. However, all that is meaningless when I'm some face on tinder or a guy at the club, you feel me? And I can't really bring myself to be who I am at cons. There's a time and a place to be some combination of Dr. Frankenfurter, Austin Powers, and Trash, and a time to be something a little less loud. IRL girls just don't get me and when I turn up the volume too much I end up being some homosexual clown to them (peacocking too hard).

Real Life Ryan still can't get laid. I like Real Life Ryan. I'm a hard worker, I'm very dedicated to my field, I'm extremely thoughtful and open minded, I am made for patient care and I have tons of friends. Convention/party friends don't understand how Real Life Ryan exists because they only know me as the ridiculous zero fucks sex wizard I am; how I have a legit career where I take care of sick dying people like a saint is beyond them. Real Life people (co-workers mostly) seldom hear about my sex god self because I'm professional and that sort've talk literally won't cut it; the few I do talk to it about at any level, they straight out do not believe me.

What I want to know: How do I demonstrate value that real life girls will understand? How do I defend my flamboyant fairy self against packs of alpha brodudes? How do I escalate conversations on tinder?

Thank you for reading my tale and I hope you can help my dick.

-Ryanoftheday

P.S.

My tinder profile is literally me casually flying on a modern, plastic broom. It's honestly pretty creative and rad and gets girls messaging me first most of the time. I follow up but I think I number close/push for a number close too quickly, either that or I have zero game/they have zero interest in talking about pizza. My other pics are me with friends looking like we're having fun (he as friends and he has fun), a nice profile pic of me at a wedding (classy, reliable, dapper, swag), me levitating my dog while wearing a fancy smoking jacket (bringing back the levitation photography niche, demonstrating I have a dog), me holding two chocolate milkshakes looking smug as fuck (demonstrating value? I have TWO chocolate milkshakes), and me taking a ridiculous group selfie with a bunch of friends at a con (if they like anime I'm pretty sure this picture nets me a win).