Every 6 months - a year I find a girl that just does it for me for whatever reason and I fall into deep fucking oneitis. One girl replaces the other and I stop giving a fuck about the previous oneitis. I break frame and text all day envision a future together blah blah I’ll spare you the simp shit. It just seems like a constant fucking loop.

The worst part of all this, is that I have worked on myself becoming a catch, and on paper, I am, but still in a needy little fucking bitch who requires female validation.

  • Late twenties, 6’2, 200 lb. Former amateur kickboxer, lift regularly
  • Masters degree earning just short of 6 figures
  • Have my own house
  • Travel the world frequently
  • Highly extroverted, heaps of friends.

My current oneitis is literally a 22 year old working in retail clothing with no future ahead of her and a nice rack and small waist.

I was in monk mode for 2 years or so. I was a fat video game playing stoner for a long time during university.

I get attention from women, but the moment I find one who is interested in me and is an 8+ in my eyes my frame crumbles and I become a little bitch requiring their validation and assurance that they haven’t forgotten about me constantly. I post a lot on social media and I get some kind of a dopamine rush from it, I don’t know.

I’m currently on holiday in America where it is far less conservative than my country and I have had 3 girls approach ME in one night. I literally don’t want to fuck them because I’ve mind fucked myself to keep thinking of my oneitis back home. If I don’t hear from her for several days I get this anxious aura around me.

I fucking hate this and don’t know what to do about it. I have 240 matches on tinder since I came to the USA with very little desire to capitalise.

What would you do in my situation? I feel like I’m doing and have have done all that is advised around here.

It is worth noting I don’t exhibit these oneitis blue pilled behaviours much to the girls i have oneitis for. At least not anymore or with recent ones. But holding back the desire to text them, snap them, seek their validation, etc keeps them on my mind all day. I am literally fighting the blue pilled conditioning in my brain and am practicing emotional discipline but it’s fucking hard, man. I guess it’s my desire, I had a shit upbringing by a crazy single mother and I lust for that complete family feeling I never ever got to experience..