“I’m glad you find this funny!” fumed Gerrymander, his eyes wide. “Who am I kidding?
This has been a huge waste of time.”
“Slow down, man,” I said trying to calm him down. “Can you tell me what the problem
is?”
“The problem is all this seduction crap!” he said. “They make it seem so easy. Like you
just have to say this stuff a certain way and you’ll get laid. But I’ve been doing this for a
while and haven’t seen any freakin’ results!”
I was definitely sympathetic to Gerrymander’s plight. It had been about three months
since I had started going out in earnest to meet women, and I was feeling the frustration
too. Some nights were better than others, and I was meeting a lot of women, but things
weren’t shaping up as quickly as I had liked.
But while I still had hope, Gerrymander looked like he was about to abandon his.
“Maybe you’re doing it wrong,” I said.
“Don’t tell me that,” said Gerrymander. “I know these routines so well I could recite
them backwards in my sleep.”
“Maybe the routines aren’t the problem,” I said. “Maybe it’s something else.”
Gerrymander looked at me with curiosity. “Like what?”
I stared down at my feet, thinking about it for a moment. I could approach women now,
that was easy. But the approach wasn’t going anywhere. I’d have a pleasant
conversation, but every time I tried to escalate it into the romantic arena it would falter.
There was something wrong, I knew that much. What it was, I couldn’t put my finger on.
“I don’t know,” I said. “Why don’t we grab a bite to eat and talk about it?”
Gerrymander shook his head. “Forget it,” he said. “I quit. I’m going home.”
With that, Gerrymander walked to where he had parked his car. I wanted to follow him
and try to convince him otherwise, but his frustration had got me thinking – what if he’s
right? What if none of this stuff works and I am, in fact, wasting my time?
That question troubled me for a great many days, during which time I did not leave my
apartment. After getting home from work, I’d sit on my bed and stare at my wall, just
thinking about what was wrong.
Eventually, I forced myself to go out again, but the problem persisted. I’d find a girl I
liked, approach her, and talk to her – but I couldn’t get it beyond that point. It was like I
was running into a brick wall wherever I turned.
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