I originally typed this up in response to this thread where a short guy laments his shortness: "If you're under 5'6 you are condemned to Beta status by women, forever."
Here's my reply.
Jesus christ stop feeling bad for yourself. Think Danny Devito didn't get laid in his prime? Of course he did. He's ugly, short, and fat.
Listen, being short sucks. We all agree, you lost the genetic lottery. But that doesn't mean you can't be great, it just means you're going to have to be clever. There's more to SMV than height. You're taller than everybody else when you're standing on a stage.
Generally this would be removed, but I remove so many of these I'm keeping this one (and stickying) as a demonstration to others on exactly what it means to choke on the red pill and spit it back up.
It's easy to feel defeated, especially after failing more times than you can count. I get it, I really do. I've been there myself. You can really burn out after a while. Start wondering what the point is.
We all have mental anguish in failure. There were times I thought to myself, "fuck the red pill, what's the point when they're all whores anyway?" And sometimes I still think that (heh). But the reality is that it's a mindset. It's one that comes from weakness and failure. It's sour grapes. And it's not constructive in the least.
Yeah, things can suck. Maybe you're too short. Maybe you're balding. Maybe you're shit with social skills. Maybe you're fat, stupid, ugly and sad....
Take some time off of approaches. Stop thinking about women. Do something energetic. Go rock climbing, hiking, swimming, running. Take a month to do this. Focus on it daily. Come back with a clear head.
You can overcome your obstacles.
One of my closest friends was having trouble with our area which is surprisingly sparse of good looking women, and he had his own challenges he was afraid he couldn't overcome. My advice to him was advice I've given here before:
Create a captive audience.
You're nothing special at a party. You've got a reason to talk to everybody at your party.
You're nothing special at a concert. Everybody watches you when you're on the stage.
You're nothing special at a bar. Everybody talks to you when you're the bar tender.
My friend went on to become a bouncer at a local club. With the captive audience of not only the patrons but the staff (hot young bartenders), he was able to overcome the first hurdle- getting women to talk to you long enough to build rapport. He now knows dozens of women and is better poised to choose his pick than I ever was trolling bars on weekends. (He also kept it flirty with all of them, using game you can learn on our sidebar)
Building rapport is fucking hard. Even harder when the market sucks and there's a 10:1 dude to women ratio everywhere you go. Women simply will not let themselves be subject to you long enough to work your magic.
Build a captive audience.
It's easy for movie stars, the whole world is their captive audience. It's hard to become a movie star. That's true.
But getting a captive audience isn't that hard. I am somewhat proficient at the piano. I looked around for wine bars I could play at. I played at one or two, and during my breaks I'd head up to the bar where undoubtedly other people opened me!
It's not impossible. Find your niche. Whether it's a job, volunteer work, a running club, learning an instrument, or pursuing fame, it's all doable.