Your future wife is going to appear one day. You will fuck it up and die alone.
You never get practice, so you won’t know how to speak to her. It’s not like in the animes. She isn’t coming over. People need to be coerced.
There Are Horny Singles Available In Your Area – but you are disinterested. They are too homely. They don’t listen to cloud rap or read Evola.
You are waiting for The One, but you’ll mess it up again.
I did this too. Then, an old acquaintance popped back into my life.
If a sociopath wants to be your friend, you will enjoy the experience. Phone calls increase. Everything you say is funny and clever. “Dude, you’re like, insane, bro. You wanna come over and smoke?”
His entire persona was a lie. He wasn’t getting his PhD like he said. He was gambling all day. He drove strange cars across the country, trunks full of something. Nobody figured it out until the end.
He needed social validation and I wanted to party. The market connected us. He made it happen, and tricked me into leaving the comfort of the computer screen 4 or 5 times a week.
His other friends were people that he met in public. He charmed them all. Black teenage drug dealers, art students, 50-year-old bums, businessmen, beautiful girls who did heroin and sold LSD… he knew these people.
Our nights were spent at bars or drinking in the park. We were regulars. The bartenders would get us high in the back, or let us drink after closing hours
Sometimes there were also bong hits on a millionaire’s balcony, hipster parties full of pretty girls, and quiet nights doing MDMA and playing the drums in the living room. It was lots of fun.
Then he stole his roommates’ identities, taking money directly out of their bank accounts. Faked a robbery and pawned their laptops.
We all figured it out together. His girlfriend is crying now. He’s coming over. He’s telling a different story every time he enters the room. He’s trying to separate us. Face is emotionless. We’ve got the receipts in our hands. It doesn’t add up.
All of the “crazy girls” who had shown up over the last month, screaming about their money…
He was gone. His stern uncles showed up later to hand over thousands in cash so that we wouldn’t call the police. We called his friends and gave them what they were owed. The grand finale.
A sociopath is an alien intelligence. Without human hangups, it absorbs information and reacts, more akin to a machine than a person. We apes are transparent — how complex a web can it weave before we figure out it isn’t one of us? The sociopath does what it is programmed to do, and it will lift you up, if that is useful to it. Be advised though: they will fuck your girlfriend/boyfriend, given the chance.
I should mention this, as it is key to your wife hunt: This sociopath got laid. A LOT. On the surface, it made no sense, as he was unremarkable: balding, average height, nasal voice, and smelled bad often. Yet he was always sleeping with a new hot girl. Sometimes two in the same day. He would bring them around. That part was real.
He met these girls in public. One of them lost their cat. He helped look for it. Got her number. The other was just like, uh, sitting there on a park bench. Number. It’s almost like he just walked around… looking for women. What a concept.
Now keep this in mind: A man with no money can pretend, for over a year, to be a very cool PhD student, do tons of drugs, gamble all day, and fuck 20+ beautiful women. But he had nothing. He couldn’t name a cool band. He didn’t read books. He was a NEET. It was all FAKE, yet he got more living done in a month than some do in a lifetime.
What this goes to show is that you can manipulate the social reality around you, even if you have nothing to offer people. .
You, I promise, are more of a catch than this guy. You are better than him – or, at least, not as evil. More husbandly. Why are you sitting at home, denying some sweet girl the chance to meet you? A little bit of sociopathy goes a long way
He taught me to observe, rather than space-out. “I like to watch people” and “I listen to people. Strangers on the train. To learn about them.” Huh… you’re weird…
“You like that girl?” yeah. “Well go talk to her.” I dunno she’s with her friends. “Dude, you could fuck that girl, tonight. She looks corny as shit. You are cool.” man I just wanna drink my beer … she seems too nice “you pussy”
“I almost pulled it off.” what? “fucking three girls in 24 hours.” Really? “yeah, but I did do it in 36…”
When the sociopath went AWOL I was like a lost puppy. My drinking habit had gone from “serious problem” to “actual alcoholic” so I needed to go out.
I wandered the streets alone, running into other lost friends of his. “Man, can you believe this shit?” I needed excitement again. So, I did like the sociopath did: talk to strangers.
Who gives a shit? The homeless guy is kinda cool. The girl is weird, but it’s fine. There is nothing better to do. Why not go on a date with any girl with a pulse? It’s better than spending the night on /b/. The screen has lost its pull (no smartphones at the time).
It was packed. A once-in-a-lifetime show. Three songs in, and still nobody was moshing. It was awkward. I had arrived there alone, and stood in the crowd.
Yes, this was a tremendous musical event, and nobody was moving. The front-man was unhappy. How is this happening?
At the start of the fourth song, slightly terrified, I started shoving everyone around me. I don’t know these people. Beers were spilled, but it worked. The dancing continued for the rest of the night and only one person wanted to fight. I felt a power rising inside me, as silly as that might sound. I was only 23.
You have the power to control people, rather than to passively observe. It is not about giving commands, but sparking a chain of events. Normal people do this without thinking. Unfortunately, you need to learn through trial and error.
One weirdo can start a party. He can set the mood for 400 people with a single action. My sociopath friend created a social circle around himself. You too can manipulate the social fabric around you, for better or worse.
Observe the next conversation you have with friends. Even a group DM if that’s the best you can do.
Notice that a single comment sparks an entirely new chain of conversation. Instead of sperging out (spewing facts) try massaging the social fabric.
Did your comment steer the conversation in a good direction? If not, massage in the other direction. Pass the ball to funny guy. Set him up for a home run. Watch it all play out. You are in the driver’s seat. Note who else is there with you. Push the conversation where you’d like it to go.
Now you’re playing with sociopaths.
Back to the main issue here: Your future wife.
What you need to do is start practicing. Not just going on OkCupid and messaging everyone with a pulse, but also leaving your house and talking to people.
Talk to strangers at the bar. Go explore. Move to the city, maybe. What you need to do is seek out people-experience. Imagine you are grinding for XP in your favorite RPG.
Go to the grocery store, talk to the girl who is picking out apples. Say “Hi”. No pick-up lines.
Now, observe. Read her response. It will probably be neutral. You are a friendly weirdo at the grocery store. Okay. File that away. Keep talking to people. Talk to guys too. Talk to everyone.
Eventually you will get to the point where you can simply make eye contact and know if she will say Yes. It will save you so much embarrassment.
Note when things are awkward. Learn how to get a positive response. Learn who will give you a positive response. Find a niche and expand from there.
On the dating sites, look at her pictures first, and guess what she’s into. Now read the profile. Were you right? Get better at this. It is important.
Another important trick: the sociopath always thinks before he speaks. Pause before responding to people. That 0.5 second gap between your words and theirs makes all the difference. Think about how your words will play out. Massage the conversation in a positive direction. Do this constantly.
If you go out a lot, things will happen. People will talk to you. This is especially true if you look like someone who wants to have fun. Do not close yourself off. Aim as low as you need to get positive responses.
Talk to the old man. A cute girl might know him too. She might show up. If you have charmed him, you will be introduced. His stories are good enough. Become a nihilistic anthropologist of the mundane. Every person has at least one good story.
Shedding your shell is the first step. The second is to quit the porn and lower your standards. You should be going on a date with every girl who is interested, even if you aren’t. If she has one redeeming quality, take her out for food. You might be surprised.
Do not try to impress, try to make the night fun for yourself. You don’t have to be evil. If it is morally questionable for you to go further, don’t do it. If you don’t care, well, then..
This is practice for the big game. When the She comes around, you will be ready. This is also how Chad has been doing it all along.
Chad is an idiot, but handsome. Women come to him. He wears cool clothes for the ego trip. He doesn’t even need them.
Chad sleeps with women who present themselves to him. He is not looking for anything more. He can barely function, but everyone gives him the benefit of the doubt. Chad will go on so many dates he will have no anxiety about it. It will be like riding a bike to him. Sex too. Not a single conscious thought required. Eventually, some chick will lock him down.
You need synthesize this method. Pull it down to your weirdo level. Nerd Pimp.
Go on bad dates, just for the experience. Eventually, you may find yourself dating several questionable women at once. This is where you stop being a weirdo and start feeling confident.
Did you notice I mentioned nothing about self-improvement? Just lower your standards until you are fielding multiple women. That’s where you set your baseline.
Now you are dating just like the TV people, and it’s getting boring. You want something better. These women are pretty strange and messed up (like you).
Start doing the self-improvement thing. Start lifting. Start reading Boomer Bill’s Daily Paleo blog. Stop playing video games and get a hobby worthy of conversation. Get a better job. Read a book. You’re getting attention now anyways, what else is there to do?
Do not settle at this point.
The dates getting better. Your friends are teasing you for being a sleaze. Continue asking out strangers while keeping an open mind (re: age, social clan, income level).
At some point, Wife will show up. Now you’ve had practice. You know how the first date should go. You know when to kiss. Ta da. You made it.