Didn't feel like going out and talking to women. Then realized that if I don't, I'm not going to get any action. My interactions with women in general are positive. Guess I have looks going for me.

But getting out my shell is a pain in the ass. I have to practice practice practice. Went walking around downtown before I went into work, making smell talk with vendors and shit. Was in the Thrift store and scored on a business casual leather jacket. Looks brand-fucking-new, long fit me perfectly. $10 fuckin' dollars and I look like A bad mother fucker.

Made the cashier chick laugh; and tho' I was in a slightly shitty mood that pepped me up a bit. After work, after that little tard nugget pissed me off. I threw on the leather coat and walked around Wally-mart. Saw a cute chick and old lady talking, (to her mom?) sorta walked by and made a quick joke between the two of them. It was walmart.

I said "I think these are edible" and pointed at the tank and the fish

Cute chick reacted quickly and lit up which was cool; but I didn't have any ammo after that and left + She looked pretty young.

Getting out of my shell. I am rusty as fuck. Gotta start with Hello and throw a joke here and there before I can get to the point where my dick is in her face. Whoever the next unlucky lady I run into will be. Slowly but sure.

When I was at Gas Station girl was in her car, I was in my car (I was in work uniform at time) - She got out of her car. She was a 10/10 HB- everything perfect. I was a little bit junted/taken aback. Didn't do or say anything, just stared made hard eye contact.

She got out of her car on purpose to talk in front of me. I know that was like, bait but hard to open girls talking loudly on their phones when they are looking at you. So . Meh.

And then this. Worst feeling in world. Was at work, but had to go out of office on training. In walks my dream type of woman. She had to of had E-cups. HUGE breasts. Tight shirt. in shape. brunette. mid 30's. I love those types, porn-star milf types. UGH.

anyway. Not a god damn thing I could do about it. Was at work. Had to be professional. Can't flirt with bosses around. UGH! worst feeling in the world.

Anyway, I'm open to trying out online game again. Maybe POF. - Fuck Tinder that shit doesn't work anymore. Think I'm gonna throw that bad ass, mafioso leaether jacket back on and take some pics. Got myself looking like Ray Liotta or some shit. Anyone ever wear slacks, dress shirt, tucked in with a leather jacket over it ? - It's Money. Money baby.

EDIT****

Yup. Online Dating is fucking dead. At least for me. Took some good photos of me wearing good outfits, even my dress shirt, slacks leather jacket. (I'm in shape, early 30's, masculine) - Posted it up and not a single God damn reply.

It's interesting to me that, when I interact with women in real life they are very kind, responsive, light up, flirtatious etc. - and when I send out 10-20 messages I get a 0% response rate.

This HAS to be something new. I think women are coming to the realization that the internet is terrible for online dating I suppose. I mean it's just dead for me. I've always had some success in the past with online dating. But it has no pulse. Guess I better stick to real life interactions.