(07-01-2013 07:30 AM)AntiTrace Wrote: Are you sure your not overestimating your abilities?
You talk of access to high quality pussy, a brain others are jealous of, and an air of success that others don't have.
Yet the women you date respect you in private but jump on the bandwagon of others disrespecting you in public.
It doesn't add up.
If it only happens in the university town your talking of, I wouldn't be concerned. Haters gonna hate. And thats exactly how they do it.
But it if is a reoccurring theme, it may be time do some inward thinking.
Fair point. I was thinking about that earlier.
As I detailed earlier, this has only been something I notice among people who knew me back at least five years ago, before I really came into my own.
I lacked certain necessary social skills at that point in time that were necessary for the American college environment. I talked to much, had no wardrobe worth mentioned, very little self-awareness.
I worked hard to turn that around and I arguably came out on top.
It hasn't been a problem anywhere else in years. Especially in the adult, post-university world were I selective associate with a certain type of people. Employers love me, because, despite the fact that I have a challenging personality for some, I get quantifiable results and people with money on the line love that.
People who have met me more recently in the collegiate environment don't respond like that and when I've been s**t tested, I respond well and it ends of people a lot of fun for everyone.
My concern is with which women can be so two faced. They'll be my biggest supporter one second, but the next, when there is a
girl-power opportunity, they'll shift gears so fast, it is shocking.
Part of it may be my fault. With women that I have met post self-improvement phase, its easy to be the new, better improved version of me. I'm cohesive as a man.
When I run into women that knew me when I sucked, I feel like I do a little bit of reverting back into the older version of me. It's like some situational programming kicks in and there's just a little bit of lag in my alpha male projection.
So, its understandable that they would smell blood and go for it. But it doesn't take away the concern from me regard female tendencies.
Where this has come up with girls that I've dated the most, is when/if they meet my parents.
I've been in LTRs were they don't ever attempt to tease me and come out on top.
My parents on the other hand, like to bust my balls, because like many parents probably do, they think of me as their little boy still. So, they'll playfully mock and behaviour that seems inconsistent with what I was like in diapers.
I don't mind this the slightest bit when they do this, because they are my parents and I've shown me a lot of love and been supportive when no one else was. They believe in me before anyone else saw potential.
But when I've taken a girl home, I'm always surprised with the glee and joy that they seem to visibly experience when they decide to join in with my parent's teasing.
My parents have absolutely no ability to appreciate the impact I have on women and how at home I am in China. I can describe it to them, but they can't picture it, because they haven't seen it.
So, when a conversation goes down with my parents in the company of a girlfriend and I make an observation that with it suggests that I believe myself to have a detailed insight and ability to understand women, its understandable that my parents would laugh at me.
But when the gf, who fell for me, because of that knowledge decides to have some fun giving my parents fuel for their fire by declaring out-loud that I have no game, I find it pretty undermining.
On the plus side, I haven't had a LTR in two years that wasn't a MTLR with a girl who knew she wasn't the only one.
So, suffice to say, I don't take girls home anymore.
But I see this tendency to jump on the bandwagon in milliseconds whenever the group dynamic shifts to busting my balls.
For the point of argument, I certainly can't see the ball busting diminishing if I was dumb enough to marry a young lass.