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![]() In 2013 I was a complete fucking loser. My self-esteem was so low it probably touches the core of the earth. Being the least popular, quietest and most introverted boy at school had sadly carried over to university. I never developed basic social skills. At best I had a small handful of humiliating 'failures' whenever any opportunity (rarely) revealed itself to me. At worst I was torturing myself to near insanity with horrifically terrible beliefs. PART 1: BACKGROUND After I had finished 5 years of university I was 24 years old and had the following problems/neurosis's: - Never had once single positive experience in a night-club or bar or with women period. You think Chris's rejections were harsh? You can't even imagine what I faced. I have been flipped off, told I was a creep, told to fuck off, told I was ugly, told I would never get laid here, shoved and elbowed away on the dance floor. It all started when me and my friend 'dove right into' mindlessly approaching at the clubs after being pumped up by David DeAngelo's Double your dating. In a funny way I actually killed the worst of approach anxiety during these desperate, bravado and alcohol fueled attempts but for 7 + years... I would wander home at 3am in a zombie like trance, traumatized by the endless barrage of female scorn on my self-esteem. I reached a state of mind so demented I believed every girl in existence believed I was repulsive, creepy, ugly and disgusting. I would look in the mirror and see myself as complete, utter genetic garbage and waste - poor breeding material which women could subconsciously sense immediately. This is how I saw myself. I had had the humiliation of watching my 2 closest friends become pretty dam good with women, pulling at the bars and clubs while I only seemed to get worse and worse and worse... That sucked. - I was a complete misanthropist!A lifetime of perceived rejection not just from women but from people and social circles generally had left a disgusting taste in my mouth which made me a pretty fucking hateful person. I had a massive chip on my shoulder from school which helped a self-fulfilling prophecy come true at university. I truly was the quintessential, stereotypical loser. I spent almost all of my spare time on men's rights forums and anti-feminist websites (the ying of the ying yang that is now the manosphere - the yang is PUA). I would enrage myself day in and day out with these hate fueled websites and stimulation. Needless to say anyone who came across me saw me as an angry, hateful person who wondered why no-one wanted to hang out with him - I was OBSESSED with weight-lifting. Out of sheer frustration and misplaced hope I went absolutely crazy at the gym increasing my size from a measly 56kg to almost 90kg. I became obsessed with squatting and dead lifting multiple times a week. At my peak I dead lifted 245kg and competed in several competitions. But it didn't get me any female attention no matter how much a squealed like a cat when I tore that barbell off the floor sumo style. Every time I squatted in front of that judge I believed some hot girl would eventually come and congratulate me - give me just a touch of admiration - anything... It didn't do my looks any favors. I had a higher body fat than ever before (i was eating 4000 calories paying no attention to macro-nutrients) and I set the scene for losing my hair. Maybe it was all the unhealthy hormone laced milk or the testosterone surging through my veins but after finishing uni before realizing what was happening my hairline was completely doomed. Now I am still feeling the effects to this day - that my full looks potential will never come to be. - Was SEVERELY addicted to internet pornography. I literally would masturbate countless times almost every day for years, ejaculating into a kleenex tissue after clicking about 20 times a session between different stimulation videos. Eventually I developed seriously fucked up fetishes. Well not that fucked up - not like defecation or necrophilia but trust me it reached a stage where I had to imagine a hot girl with a bubble butt sitting on my face and smothering me to the point of passing out. And she absolutely had to have an insanely phat ass while remaining totally proportional otherwise. This came back to bite me seriously badly when I was 22. The only opportunity I ever had with a girl was completely obliterated by my fetishes. She was a solid 7 Jewish American princess and various turns of events led to this 'friend' whom I would never have DARED to hit on, hitting on me. After meeting me she invited me to her birthday party and in a rare feat of social bravado I actually didn't fuck things up. We were 'friends' for almost a year before she made her 'move.' I had no idea what she saw in me. I guess I was kind of funny and always practiced David DeAngelo style cocky and funny humor on her just for shits and giggles. But when she finally kissed me while we laid in bed...she told me to close my eyes and then she did it... I would have had sex with her and lost my virginity for sure... But my friends it wasn't to be. But I was so addicted to porn I couldn't get a hard on - unless she indulged my fetishes. I insisted she sit on my face and smother me to the point of tapping out while she jerked me off. She quickly got sick of my 'problem' and left my ass. And most likely every member of the social club we were part of knew about my 'kink' essentially forcing me to not show my face there again. Oh and I had the humiliation of knowing I had eaten out her hairy pussy fuck knows how many times while she had not returned the favor even once, You can imagine how much of a cunt (ha!) I felt when everything shattered into pieces around me like a chandelier from the ceiling. Stay tuned for Part 2: How I almost lost my virginity... Oh I will give you are taster - step 1 for losing your virginity - something you need to do before you even THINK of losing it. 1) Quit ... fucking... porn Age 32 Cheeks clapped: 65+
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Awesome dude, going to sticky this
Will re-read soon Please no Private Messages. Post thread on with the word "Chris" or "GLL" in it if you absolutely need to get my input. Thank you for your understanding.
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Chris, I think I read somewhere that your plan from here and now is to focus your attention and time into get-a-life site and ''helping wannabe losers to make money''. So the GLL.com in the side of ''getting laid'' is over ? No more ''getting laid'' threads or videos ? The last real ''getting laid'' thread is ''How to Pick up girls Efficiently'' last July. |
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This is a fascinating thread. I share a lot of your traits.. not all of them though. I'm extremely introverted like you used to be and I'm very into weightlifting (i never imagined it would give me attention from female though).. However I'm older (30yrs old) and still haven't gotten laid (i did try it with a prostitute few months ago) plus i've never actually approached women at all (hence zero rejections)
on one hand its amazing that you did lose your virginity however seeing how much shit u had to go through is kinda shocking as well. regardless looking forward to reading next part(s) ![]() |
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You worked hard and made a big transformation. Congrats
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Nah, there's still a lot to do on girls and a whole thing on relationship that I haven't covered. Just a matter of getting the time. Please no Private Messages. Post thread on with the word "Chris" or "GLL" in it if you absolutely need to get my input. Thank you for your understanding.
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Awesome topic man Im rooting for you. If you have any questions dont hesitate to PM me
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Thanks guys. It is a tremendous honor for me that I can finally contribute something to this community. I know that there are a lot of guys who really feel like they are 'hopeless cases,' and have very unhealthy mindsets and issues when it comes to this. I want to be here to share my story and show those guys that most likely there is a guy out there who has had circumstances even worse than yours. I want to make it clear that you CAN do this! As I said, if someone like me can do it, you f**king can!
PART 3: THE GRAND FINALE The final straw I was starting to get overwhelmed with frustration. When I wasn't constantly failing with trying to lose my virginity I was being sent to the oil rigs being milked for every £ I was worth. I would be away from home as much as 7 weeks at a time. Talk about a momentum killer. And I hated the town I was living in. The weather, the atmosphere, the small population, the high cost of living. But most of all, despite the copious efforts I was putting in to losing my virginity, it just wasn't working. I knew I would eventually succeed but during the rare times I actually listened, my subconscious told me something different had to change. One day I reached breaking point. I went out with my flatmate. We went to a lively, local bar with a dance floor. A local RSD favourite. I decided I was going to have a good time. I felt more positive and relaxed that I ever had before. I had a super cool GLL buddy whom I could meet when we could (I really wish I'd spent more time with him). I had DRAMATICALLY reduced my mindset issues having followed all those steps I outlined in part 2 by this point I can't remember the entire night in any great detail but I know I was rejected by every 'set' I approached. Nothing new there. A pair of girls immediately started shouting "no, no, no, no don't talk to us go away! Don't make me ask you again!" as soon as I stepped toward them. I remember tapping a girl's shoulder at the bar Roosh style with my line "you look like you are having the most fun out of anyone here." She took one glance at me and aggressively turned her back to me. So basically it was looking like any other night out I had ever experienced. I didn't let the rejections break me but couldn't stomach the dance floor. I just chatted to my flatmate about what was wrong with western women today. Just what was it about me that led to women reacting this way to me? Was I really that ugly? Creepy? Beta? Omega? Was it my voice? My looks? My height? My body-language? My social-proof? My tone of voice? A combination of all of these? I just stared into space whilst drinking my beer (I rarely drank at all these days - part of my new lifestyle). And then, by the bar stood this blonde girl. Not particularly attractive but after my near-success with the 7.5 milf I thought fuck it. Just play the numbers game. A voice inside me told me to approach her. So I did. I walked up to her and said 'hey.' She looked me up and down, raised her finger and flipped me off, her finger a foot or so from my face. To say I was shocked was a fucking understatement. I literally couldn't believe it. I thought about putting her in a finger lock I had learned in a self-defense class and make her squeal. Actually I've had worse reactions. As I tried to find the exit which I had somehow forgotten, the bouncer suddenly appeared beside me. He told me I should leave. 'Why?' I asked. He had seen my failed interaction with that blonde woman and was determined to be the white knight. So my friends, as you probably can guess, this was my tipping point. What did I do next? I booked a month of holiday off from work and purchased a flight to Central/Eastern Europe. It is something I had been considering for a while... I remember changing my location on badoo and seeing the almost magical beauty of these slavic girls. For shits and giggles I actually messaged them. Most of them didn't respond (and many by default who didn't speak English). But those who did were at LEAST average and considerably higher calibre than who I was surrounded by this small, butt-crack of a town. Aside from this I took a basic audio course in the local language. I was told it was literally the hardest language on the face of the Earth. But a little bit can't hurt. I read this book by a PUA/MRA type called Roosh V called Bang Poland. He is a controversial guy and actually spends more time fighting feminism and social justice warriors than girls these days. Actually he may be the king of the manosphere right now. A lot of people hate him but I admire him a lot. He's got huge balls. Anyway... But this book about how to sleep with Eastern European girls and the supposed greatness and superiority of these women gave me that final push...even if it was long out of date...along with the bitch who flipped me off. I thank her now believe it or not... 9) Change your location Yep, this is the final step if steps 1 to 8 have not worked out for you. I can never remember being so excited. I was going to do this. This wasn't the first time I had been to Central Europe but it felt like the adventure of a lifetime was about to unfold... I died my remaining hair blonde (as per the pic in Part 2 of me in the shades and leather jacket). I bought a new leather jacket. I bought height-increasing insoles boosting my height to 5'9.5. I spent all my downtime on the oil/gas rig pipe-lining girls in all the cities I was planning to visit. I was going to do this. At the bus stop, I immediately started approaching. I was just amazed by how many pretty girls there were. I don't know if it was the sheer joy of novelty or trying something new combined with the fact that subconsciously these women were more approachable but I found myself compelled to approach. I felt in high spirits and I wasn't on kratom (it is illegal here sadly). Out of the 4 days I spent in this beautiful old city, I approached lots of pretty girls. I got blown off a lot but often it would be in the form of 'excuse me, I'm late' or 'I'm sorry' instead of the harsh look of disgust or sneering I was accustomed to back home. I didn't take it too harshly - I was amazed at myself for approaching at all. I admit I was a bit of a smartphone zombie as I wandered around on badoo all day trying to get the girls I had pipelined to meet me. To my surprise almost all of them flaked. To this day, the flakey nature of Polish girls greatly frustrates me. But one actually invited me over to her apartment! She was a solid 6 with jet black hair and seemed to work online from home. I made sure to shower, look my best, pack a wallet of condoms, put on my aftershave and told myself this might be it. Date 1) 6/10 Jet blacked haired cutie. Lost in translation and LMR. I sat on her bed and drank her jasmine tea while she showed me her badoo profile. I was disturbed by what seemed like 1000s of unread messages. She didn't speak a word of English. I spoke maybe 5 words of her language. We had to use google translate for everything. I can't actually remember what happened but I remember asking her if she would like a massage. She ended up lying on her belly while I massaged her back. Yeah it was crazy. When she turned over I started massaging her thighs. I couldn't believe it. I started to run my hand further up to her crotch and believe it or not ... I started massaging her pussy. She didn't push my hand away. She even started moaning. I had boytoy's escalation guide in my mind and I took her other hand and put it on my boner. After a couple of minutes she snapped out of it and went to her laptop. She translated 'what a massage!!!' I translated 'I can give you a lot more pleasure.' She translated 'I can't - I am worried it will lead to sex.' I said 'it doesn't have to.' I still kick myself to this day for messing this up. For 3 hours we went back and forth with me finding excuses to touch her and her changing her mind after a few minutes. I remembered the videos with Chris and Scotty persevering to the end. However, I messed up. I translated that I want to kiss her and in this way we will find out if we are into each other. She kept refusing however. Eventually our lips touched but she rejected me again and more and more I got the feeling it just wasn't going to happen. Finally I translated 'we could take a shower together.' I don't know why I said that. She told me I should leave. I did. I laughed all the way down the street at the sheer absurdity of the situation. This was INSANE! For the first time I felt like a true GLL - a legitimate dirtbag scum - even though I was still a virgin. I smirked at myself as I walked past a reflective building - I saw the makings of the man I want to become... I spent 2 days approaching on the beach with no luck. I did however make a friend - a 7 who only after 6 hours of exploring the city together told me she had a boyfriend. Sometimes I still visit her to this day. This would never have happened back at home. So I traveled to another 4-5 or so cities using hostels and couch-surfing (both new experiences for me). By the time I reached the capital city I remember having this strong feeling I would be back. It is a huge city with LOTS of women everywhere though they seemed distinctly cold and standoffish. By this point I had reached a bit of a slump. I had not approached for days and my morale was starting to weaken. And I got my iphone 5S stolen. And the ginger police chief who was fatter than he was tall was and was a useless prick. A profound life-changing experience. I joined a holocaust commemorative tour which started in the capital and ended in Krakow along with a bus full of young Brits curious about what happened during the holocaust. Needless to say my mind was completely preoccupied during this time. Auschwitz severely messed with my mind but on a more positive note it provided me with some VERY powerful Gorilla Mindset material (read the book by the way). I think of my Jewish ancestors who were cooked and gassed alive in these concentration camps. I think about how any pain and suffering I EVER faced was a mere tear-drop compared to the misery and suffering my father's ancestors faced here. Every time I give up or feel sorry for myself or act like a pussy I am spitting on my ancestors. Those who died and suffered so that I could live in this world today with a relatively pain free existence Date 2) 6.5/10 A traditional Polish date. After the Brits flew home and I found myself alone in Krakow staying at a particularly touristy hostel (which I had stayed at briefly in 2013). I decided to pick up where I left off and get laid. All but one of my pipeline badoo prospects flaked. She was a cutie. Very feminine, soft and long haired with a cute, pixie like face and petite physique. Before meeting her I was feeling bummed out after being completely ignored by 4 hotties I had cold approached. But her English was good and we had amazing conversations. My mind was still in the concentration camps actually. I saw one of the hot girls who ignored me pass us by as we walked in the gorgeous old city. I draped my arm around my date as she passed, smirking at her. We had a coffee and I sat myself as close to her as possible while she (in vain) tried to teach me some Polish. Every time I leaned in testing the grounds for a kiss, she leaned back. But she was still here so that was something. She eventually had to go back to studies. I told her as we walked that I really wanted to kiss her but felt like she would turn away again if i tried. She told me to close my eyes. I did. She kissed me on the lips - a little peck and then she was on the tram (these trams are everywhere!) and told me she was looking forward to our next date. I didn't feel great though. There was a week and a half left before I was due to fly to the oil rig. I didn't have an apartment (I should have planned this better) - I was sharing a mixed dorm with 8 beds. The only one thing I did have was a girl on badoo who seemed more and more to be a sure thing. A girl who studied in a relatively small city on the border of Ukraine... Date 3) Success and the most terrifying day of my life. I sat in the bus feeling very nervous. I felt in pretty low spirits. After meeting this Canadian Polish guy who was teaching English I decided to give the bar/club scene a try just for the experience. I wasn't surprised to find it was just as brutal as anywhere club I had been to back home. I even got told to fuck off by one girl and shortly after I was manhandled by bouncers and thrown out of the club after collapsing from drunkenness. I had consumed 15 units after being overcome with a storm of self-pity and defeatist attitude. A vaguely remember vainly trying to help a Russian tourist find his missing passport. I don't know if that was a dream. I did however have 3 new phone numbers on my phone from girls I approached at a 80s style club. All of the numbers were fake. What I failed to consider when choosing Eastern Europe as a 'last resort' was that Roosh is 6 feet 3 with a Spanish appearance which slavic girls find extremely attractive. I am 5'7 and don't look that different from local guys... How could it be so fucking hard to get laid? What is it about me that makes it so bloody difficult? I tried to focus on the positive experiences I had. For the first time ever I had not only had dates but had actually approached girls cold in the street! 2014. Could I say this in 2013? Absolutely not. Note: I violated one of my crucial steps 'don't go to nightclubs' here. Don't repeat my mistakes So I sat on the bus and prayed to a god I don't even believe in. Please God. Let this be the one. Let me succeed. Just once. Please. I arrived in the small town. It was very green and quiet but was clearly had a huge student presence. I met this girl at a huge mall at the doors. She was 5'10 thereabouts wearing an amazing beige dress, straight black hair and make-up. Seeing her glide toward me she was a solid 7.5. I had chatted to her on badoo for 2 months almost every day and I was 100% sure she wouldn't flake on me. We walked back to her student accommodation. She linked arms with me immediately saying she was amazed at how clear my English was, how deep my voice was and that my attempts at speaking her language were very impressive. I turned round and kissed her on the lips. She returned it. A very long story cut short we went to her room where also lived 2 other girls who were conveniently 'away' for the next 2 days. I asked her where the showers were. She told me. I joked that she was welcome to join me if she wanted. I stood in the shower staring at the ceiling wondering how I was going to play this i.e. not mess up. She came into the shower naked. We started french kissing. A short while later we went back to her room. She asked me if I wanted to use a condom. I just nodded and then we were doing it! Every single position you can think of. We did it make 5 times and I came every time. I froze the experience in my mind forever. It was the happiest moment of my life. We went for a walk around the city late at night. We had actually spoken about sex on badoo - she even had brought it up. So maybe it wasn't a huge surprise after all. When Chris spoke about girls and sexual availability and being DTF I thought yeah yeah... Now I saw what he meant. We had sex again that night. The condom fell off and I came inside her. It went from being the happiest moment in my life to the most terrifying in that minute. As she burst into tears, in hysterics I tried not to panic. Holy shit. What the fuck should I do? At that time the morning after pill was illegal. I went into survival mode, booked us a train to Prague, Czech Republic. It was a race against time. It was a Saturday so all the pharmacies in the first town we visited on the way were shut. But sheer luck and a very kind stranger saved the day. During this 2 days in Czech we bonded. I continued my travels on the 4th day with just 4 days left before the end of my trip. I didn't approach at all - I just did all the usual tourist stuff. I was walking on air for the next week... I had finally done it. A lifetime of worry and frustration and eventual Herculean efforts over... And what then? That girl became my on and off girlfriend for the rest of 2014 and almost all of 2015. We lived in 3 different cities together which eventually led me to living where I am today. During this time I experience the full roller-coaster ride of an intimate relationship - in this case one of extreme highs and lows. An amazing ride but sadly not sustainable. Now the next stage is upon me. Banging a ton of girls. I still feel the same way about it as I did about losing my virginity. But I hope that not too long from now I can make a similar success story thread giving you full, in depth steps how to bang a ton of girls - specifically for guys like me. Final Word - You don't need to see a prostitute. Don't part with your hard-earned money for the easy route which will bring you nothing good. - Don't throw your money at gurus no matter how charming, charismatic and convincing. Trust your instinct. Sometimes I feel like I can 'buy' my way out of my challenges - even now when I set my sights on living a GLL grade sex-life. I have already proved to myself I can solve my own problems and challenges no matter how hard - so can you! - Remember Tony Robbins and how crucial it is to create links between doing something and pleasure. If you associate approaching or interacting with girls as being painful as I did (and indeed still do a lot of the time!) you will always be stuck at square 1. You have no choice but to undergo a slow, effective journey of recovery. Follow all the steps I outlined in Part 2. - If all else fails and if it is at all possible to do so LEAVE! As much of a curse as my job can be it allowed me the unique possibility of changing my location. For you personally, most likely the only way is to do a CELTA course (which will guarantee a decent English teaching job anywhere in the world) and move to a country where you might change your fortunes. I am sure it won't come to that for you but you need to ask yourself if living in the UK/USA/feminist corrupted anglosphere is truly right for you. Age 32 Cheeks clapped: 65+
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Awesome story. Why did you break up eventually? And what are you doing in your life now, are you back in Scotland working on the oil rig?
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