What's up my guys.

So recently, for the first time in over a year, I caught the malignant cancer known as oneitis. Now, I'm not some noob virgin that doesn't get laid, mind you. Despite a somewhat slower year for me, I've had 3 girls in the last month. (not that is matters; just illustrating a point) So what difference does it make?

There are 2 kinds of oneitis. The first is the classic example of a chode aka AFC who doesn't meet/talk/fuck a lot of women so anytime a semi-cute girl he approaches is nice to him he will catch needy feelings. The 2nd, in my opinion, is slightly more insidious.

Imagine, if you will, the following scenario...

You've been in the game for years now. You meet and fuck plenty of girls and it's not a big deal to you anymore. You go on plenty of day 2s and while you like and appreciate the company of a lovely lady, you're not exactly losing any sleep over the ones that fall through. While perhaps you're not an elite level pua, you are experienced enough to know it's part of the game; "don't sweat these hoes", as they say. But then, the unthinkable happens...

You meet a girl and she's "different". You click right off the bat and she seems really interested in you. And there's something about her...her smile, the light in her eyes, the way she walks, the way she smiles at your stupid jokes. The way she seems like an innocent angel of light and a dirty little slut at the same time. Her zest for life, her ambitions, her perfectly fat ass somehow attached to her petite frame...they have you all freaking out. You are actually excited for once to meet a girl and you set up a date. You meet up and she's even hotter than you remember. You tell yourself beforehand that if you want to get her to treat it like every other girl. Your experience pays off and you run the smoothest of game on this female.

You meet up at a chill but hip venue that's cool, but not too loud. You sit at the bar instead of a table to ensure physical proximity and kino. You have drinks and the conversation just flows - what a delight to talk to her. Eye contact is solid, playful touches are reciprocated, and you actually enjoy her mind. You venue change, you hold hands, you lead, you are man to woman, you build trust and comfort. You don't even care about fucking this girl on the first night, you like her so much you just want to take her out on cutesy dates and shit. You walk her to her car which is nicer than yours...and she readily accepts your advances. You start making out..and wow, she's good. She grabs and squeezes your muscles with a passion and confidence most females do not have. You bite, fondle, caress, and kiss for a solid ten minutes. You never liked the taste of coffee but that espresso she just had tastes like heaven off her lips. She grabs your dick, and you grab her ass. You lose yourself a bit but then regain your center.

You pull back and break physicality first, cause you're so "non-needy and alpha", looking at her, strong eye contact; "I want to see you again etc etc etc" and she smiles that smile of hers.You make plans for another day, and she seems agreeable. You give her one last goodbye kiss and tell her to text you when you get home. Satisfied with your performance, you drive off into the night smiling at yourself. You ran your AAA game and it was great. You are kind of proud of yourself - all those years of training paid off. But then, shit starts going downhill.

She never sent you the "im home" text. A little worried, you tell yourself it's nothing and go to bed. The next day, still nothing. You send her the standard "I had fun last night; lets meet up this weekend and do xyz" text....and nothing. Radio silence. She must be tired/busy/sleeping you tell yourself. The minutes turn into excruciating hours and still...nothing. A sick, twisted dread builds up in your chest...a black, cancerous cloud that saps your joy. You cant stop thinking about her, you cant stop thinking about how fucking sexy she was. Why isn't she replying? What the fuck happened? You remind yourself not to look needy and hold off on further texts. In the next couple of agonozing days you try everything; meditation, lifting, talking/fucking other girls,np fap, fap, aaaand...nothing. You still miss her and it is the worst feeling that somehow gets worse by the second. Not even a text back? She could have the decency to tell you what happened. What the fuck man? Finally, caving in to the pressure, you call her. You text her a slightly-longer-than advisable paragraph and...nothing. She wont respond. And you lose yourself.

How could this happen? How can some chick do this, after all the approaches you've done, after all the bitches you've slayed, after all the pua videos and articles and books, after all the self development and meditation and discipline, after all that you crumble before the might of the feminine; manifested in 5" woman. She gave you oneities and you do not have the cure.

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How could this happen to me?