Firstly, I want to thank this sub for everything I've gained over the past few years. Rewinding back to when I first joined, I lived at home and was the apathetic underachiever. I was 26, living at home, having just 1 semi-sexual experience I hadn't paid for (albeit with a girl who cheated on her bf to take my virginity.) Now, I'm living on my own and just starting at my dream job. I even dated a perpetually horny chick for a few months with whom I got a lot of sexual experience from. Also, I discovered that I'm good at sex, which is a fantastic feeling, especially because I was buying into the nofap bullshit that jerking off to porn leads to impotence with real women. I know some of you have had different experiences, but personally I can spend a day draining myself to the filthiest shit online and still hump a real woman like a champ the day after.

...Anyways, a few weeks ago this new chick started working at the company I was quitting. We lived close and started carpooling. Eventually she started dropping some hints she's into me and we went on one date which was fun, though she wasn't really receptive to any kino I was throwing at her. (maybe not as much into me as I thought) The weekend after the date, I started getting the ONEITIS feeling I thought I'd gotten over. The carpool rides started getting quiet, so I just told her I'm really into her & she said while she's not looking for anything definitive, she kind of is and we can date when we're not working together. Last Friday was my last day. I asked her out on Sunday (also explained how I just want to hang out with her, not be her boyfriend out of nowhere), to which she declined but expressed interest in going out this week. We set something up for today because I'm taking a little vacation starting tomorrow. Two hours before the date, she tells me she's feeling tired and can only hang out for a little bit. She also declines my offer to pick her up, saying she'll meet me there. I tell her she really should just get some rest as I don't want to go out with a zombie, while empathizing with how tiring the job is (which it actually really is... there's a reason I quit). She tells me that maybe we can grab a quick coffee because she doesn't want to feel like a jerk. I began picturing this modified date in which she already has an escape plan, and one in which I'm basically a charity case. I text back, letting her know that she's going to have to feel like a jerk for a bit & we'll have to reconnect when I'm back from vacation. She says that's fair & wishes me happy travels. (much quicker response times than setting the date up BTW)

Now, I didn't write all that to brag about how I got one over on her or anything like that. She's still awesome, and I still like her. I'm bragging about how I had the fortitude to decline what I once would never dream of because I knew I'd be getting myself in a situation I didn't want to be in. Frankly, I feel extremely good with myself & much more confident even though I won't be getting laid tonight. I feel I value myself in a way I hadn't before & I want to thank all the people here who realize seduction is a byproduct of self-worth, not simply the ability to slay any piece of ass that comes before you. Much love, fam.