This isn't a happy-ending FR, Seddit--its the story of a bottoming out , and a promise for redemption.

 

I won't dwell on details, but I didn't succeed tonight. I was out AMOG-ed by an objectively less attractive (if taller) dude, right from the get go. It shook my frame, and I'm massively disapointed in how I reacted.

 

I took my toys and left the sandbox. I barely knew this girl--friend of a friend--and while she was attractive, I hadn;t placed her on a pedastal, or though her out of my league. I just let my self get rattled, and couldn't pull out of the funk.

 

I could have approached more sets, sure, but I didn't. I was sulky, and left alone. I realized one key thing on my walk home... My inner game hangs on a knife's edge--one bad break, and I'm "off" for the night. I need to do a number of things I've promised my self for ages--Hittting the gym, keeping my apt clean, cut down on fapping--and START doing them.

 

NO MORE EXCUSES. Tonight was a low point, and the first step towards bucking that trend is realizing, admitting and committing to change. This is all three. You're my witness, Seddit.