So, I've been lurking in this place for over a decade, accumulating a bunch of knowledge, waiting for the day I'd feel ready to finally start pursuing bitches.

It never came. No matter what I did to try and become a better, more interesting person, I never felt like I was ready.

Recently life had become much shittier to me than it had always been and I had to make some changes to my day-to-day routine. Quit smoking weed, started drinking even more, got a new job, the works. Simultaneously, the unicorn I'd been losing my shit over from my previous job started showing up at the pub I most often frequent. I put that girl on a pedestal so high that shit basically touches the stratosphere. I always wanted to talk to her, but kept bitching out because it was my unicorn and I should've been readier to approach someone like that - a bunch of excuses basically. I kept telling myself I should go for other bitches instead first, because then I'd feel no pressure and it'd be easy, but I never did it either, as I kept telling myself lowly sluts were beneath me and would use that excuse to not pursue them either.

Anyway, recently, I'd been considering more often to do a backflip of the nearest tall building I could find, but figured 'Hey, why not ask the unicorn for her number first?' So I did.

Without further ado, here's how that shitshow went:

She was sitting with her friend. I kept going in her direction then turning away last second like a socially stunded shark circling prey. Did this twice before I thought 'fuck im just gonna go.' But I didn't, I drank to try and get some courage. Did not work. Went to my car twice ready to leave before finally just going back in there and blurting out the following:

Me:"Hey, sorry to interrupt you guys, I don't know if you remember me-" Her:"...Am I supposed to?" Me:"I don't know? Anyway, I think you're beautiful and I was wondering if you'd like to give me your number." Her:"No." Me:"Alright, I'll be here same time tomorrow if you change your mind." (At this point I was just straight up laughing, I'm a fucking regular there.) The woman with her was fucking cackling.

It could not have gone any worse. When I first approached them, they looked at me like I was there to talk to them about their cars extended warranty.

Point of me making this post is, don't be like me. All the shit I read, all the cool shit I've said previously to girls I didn't give a rats ass about, it all went out the window. I might aswell just put on my best indian accent and asked for bobs and vegana.

Reading this stuff ain't shit if you're not pursuing women you're actually attracted to. Just because you've read the theory doesn't mean you'll be able to apply it right out the gates on your first try. Also, I should've gone for literally anyone else, not the one fucking girl I actually was attracted to. If she said yes I'd probably abandon all that trp programming and just reverted back to disney cuck bs in a heartbeat.

TL;DR: My first approach was a flaming disaster. Don’t overthink it—just start. Preferably with someone who doesn’t make your brain short-circuit.