I’m definitely regressing. For two weeks, I was making three or four approaches per week— not great by any means, but real measurable progress. This week…nothing. Despite going out several times for that purpose, I haven’t spoken to anyone.

There are definitely clear problems that I already understand, but I thought once I broke through the approach barrier it would continue to get easier. I have so few attempts under my belt, I don’t know where the discouraged feeling is coming from. It’s not like I’ve been rejected dozens of times yet. Even though I haven’t had any outright successes, none of my interactions were complete disasters, and some were genuinely encouraging.

Daygame is much better as far as relating to a person, but the opportunities are so damn fleeting! I can go out “hunting” and find only one or two really good chances in a few hours (which I waste lately anyhow). Or, there are several better chances, but the window closes after a few seconds or a minute. I just don’t have that kind of speed yet. This is not to mention all the groups of pretty girls, which seem so daunting compared to the rare solos.

And I just hate nightgame! I’m still trying to find a good place where you can actually hear people talk. All these clubs are so damn loud! I feel like an old man. It’s so obvious to me that I’m out if place, there’s no fun or enjoyment in being there for its own sake…it makes me feel defeated before I start. Because I hate it so much, the atmosphere makes me self conscious. If only I had a wingman, I could at least play off someone enough to feel like a human being— not to mention the strategic advantages. But I don’t have one.

So many beautiful girls, but they seem so far away in their big groups…and they always seem to be with guys already. I wonder…why come here if you already have someone? Did I just get here an hour too late? Who are you people?

I don’t know what to do. I push myself to go out, but not approaching is almost becoming a habit again. The few times I’ve done it, it’s been really energizing and seemed like it would be addictive. But now I’m so exhausted from all the looking in vain, all the too-fast blink and you miss them girls, and all the other various problems I create for myself…I just don’t know what to do.