An Original AFC Story of Mediocrity and Failure

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    An Original AFC Story of Mediocrity and Failure

    Note: This is my very first post, so here goes.

    What I am about to tell you is completely, 100 percent truth and couldn't be made up if I tried to or were paid too. This is my life.

    I am an eighteen year old guy living in the unmerciful world of suburban northern New Jersey. I am going into college two weeks from today and am not looking forward to it. To this date I have yet to have a girlfriend I have yet to kiss a girl, and I have yet to understand the world in which one could live in peace and good health. As I sit here remembering the painful memories of the last 4 years of my life, it is with great hope that my life will begin to drastically change starting with this post.

    I've had a very low self esteem since a very young age. At age 7, I recall telling my family and friends that I wanted to kill myself for no apparent reason. I have been attending therapy sessions ever since. I was diagnosed with ADD at a young age and I am a bit slow when it comes to life in general. Going to private school, I learnt that through talking out problems with one another and seeking peaceful solutions to all of life’s problems, we can achieve a better means. High school taught me that basically all of that is just bullshit.

    I won’t tell you all of the incriminating things that have happened to me over my high school career that have lowered my value to that of a hopeless bitch in the eyes of women I still to this day feel affection for. But, I will tell share the most painful.

    Well to start ever since I moved into a new town and became friends with whom I thought were cool and would get me girls. That’s all I’ve ever wanted, girls. My “friends” instantly showed a lack of respect for me. I only gained respect by throwing things in class or doing something completely eradicable and getting myself into worse and worse trouble. One day listening to them would wind me up in the back of a police car.

    Till this day half of them usually will make fun of me and my family with very crude humor. In Example: One particular acquaintance has made my mother’s name a fucking joke in our town and I’ll sometimes have fucking 11 year olds coming up to me mocking my parents names cause they know I could do nothing. They even got my parents phone numbers from my phone and till this day prank them on occasion. Sometimes, I would be right next to them when they do it. A better example would be txting me, “I’m gonna rape your hundu mother slut and kill her,” yes it got that bad and worse. My parents even know this now as they once took my phone only to find txt messages from that same acquaintance saying that he and another “friend” would kill my parents among other things. That was not a good day. And still no pussy.

    Another time was when 3 of these “friends” decided this past year, my senior fucking year to grab me and throw me in the truck of a car and speed around our fucking town. The third time they decided to pop the trunk open and I had to quickly close it in fear of me flying out at 50mph. They even recorded me getting out of the trunk and put it on youtube. I’m not going to give the link to the video, but hopefully all readers of this will believe me. We got caught by our school the third time and the 3 “friends” instantly blamed me when it was actually a neighbor who saw me being thrown into the trunk. They got 2 days out of school suspension each. They thought I snitched, but I didn’t during that particular incident. And yet all the girls including teachers called me stupid and pussy drifted farther way.

    The most serious event happened when 2 of those same “friends” blackmailed me into ringing and running a house repeatedly. They even prank phone called my parents right in front of me and I did a few times to make them stop. The owner of the house even came outside once and sat on his stoop as we screamed explicative to him from behind a bush. After nights of repeatedly harassing these people, one night change my life forever. That night, I thought the process was so routine that I would get away with it instantly. We even avoided the police a few nights before and hid in a friend’s backyard. So if I could survive through that I could a crazier night. Wrong, you lose (the dumb mother fucker I am.)

    I ended getting arrested after I rang the doorbell and running away. How I got arrested is anther story. I was charged with evading the police in the 4th degree and harassment. I even got disorderly conduct because I had my shirt off, but they took that off. And to top it all off I snitched on the two guys involved and lost all respect from everyone for months afterward. That day was August 15th 2007, a year and five days ago from today. Boy has shit changed.

    The most incriminating event of all is what I am about to tell your now. I guarantee not even Style or Mystery or David Deangelo or anybody in the seduction community has ever something like this:

    During Memorial Day Weekend in Jersey most people love to go down the jersey shore to drink, to sarge, to live and have the most fun weekend of there lives. My original thought 4 or 5 months ago was that if you could not get with some typical jersey shore smut down there, then you’re just a failure. And I did more than fail. The weekend was also prom weekend so after prom we made the 2 hr drive down to Seaside Heights. The building we stayed in had six rooms and all of my male friends were there, especially the ones that didn’t make fun of me or call my parents. Those nights there was more pussy there than anybody could ask for. All I had to do was leave my room and pussy would be sitting there waiting for me. As I write this I can imagine Mystery walking on the balcony talking to a girl and moving her to one of the rooms to build comfort. He looks at me and gives a friendly wink of his left eye. I’ve got a pretty cheesy smile on my face right now.

    We had 14 thirty packs of beer between me and 6 other guys sharing one of the rooms. I had to sleep on the couch since I was obviously the bitch out of all of us. Anyway the second mourning of the weekend I woke up to have a cigarette, all I did was smoke during MDW, and eventually 5 beers I funneled and 4 I drank, I was pretty fucked up.

    Three fucking asshole guys got me to drink a bottle of “Jose Cuervo” mixed with water. One of them said lets go shot for shot and in my drunkin’ state I did it and finished the bottle. I then put my hands up like Rocky as if I was on top of the world. Then all the guys chanted “YOU DRANK PISS, YOU DRANK PISS.” I almost want to pick my monitor up and throw it out the fucking window after typing that. This is the most emotional piece I’ve ever written in my life. I’ve never felt such a mixture of anger, sadness, depression, anxiety and fucking failure. That was only the main event compared to all the mistakes I made that weekend, not to mention 2 girls who I could have easily hooked up but didn’t cause I was too much of a little fucking pussy. Then again what kind of girl would want to get with a guy who drank piss? It’s not even that I’m a bad looking guy, I had been working out for 6 months before. How could this vacation have gone so horribly wrong? How could this life had gone so horribly wrong? That is the last story I am going to reflect on.

    After all these experiences and more I still had ok relationships with all of the girls I knew. Every other conversation had the piss incident in it and it always just seemed as if shed only see me as another friend. When they heard about my arrest all the girls instantly felt sorry for me and them called me a moron. God I’m a mess.

    I could probably write a fucking novel on my conquests as am super AFC, but I’m not going to further waste your time. About a month ago my cousin introduced me to the world of seduction and the venusian arts. Ever since learning of it I’ve been studying the subject matter and am currently reading the Mystery Method and The Game by Neil Strauss. Obviously I am in need of help.

    The reason I’m writing this is because I’ve failed. To ask for help is to admit you’ve failed, to admit that your family and friends have not properly prepared you to be successful in that area of concern: for me that area is women, confidence and apparently life. And the worst part of it all is that i've accepted this life until now. It was just 2 days ago that I was having a conversation with a pretty girl I knew from high school whom I was attempting to sarge. The conversation went from school to parties and then my MDW experience. She ended up calling me a fucking idiot for that and everything I’ve let people do to me my whole life. That’s when I came to the realization that every girl I knew and had yet to meet felt sorry for me and I might always be stuck in the friend’s zone. Things have to change she said. Things have already changed I thought…..

    Thank you for reading and now hopefully you can understand me more and my situation. I’ve made some good friends in high school and I’ve even had many fun times with my “friends” (at least they got me drunk). It’s not like I’m a geek or I can’t talk to girls, I just have some issues to figure out. Thanks again.

    Note: If you thought that those were the only experiences in my life were I have faced difficulty then your wrong. I have many, many, many more stories to tell that have demonstrated lower value and have made me look like a bitch. I am sharing more information with you, the community, with even my friends and close family. And all of the stories I have told have way more detail to them. Like I said I could write a fucking novel on these experiences.

    And now that I’ve run you through my life story let me ask you a question.
    So how can I change my life and become successful with women? What can I do?

    -Mavverick973
    Last edited by Mavverick973; 08-20-2008 at 12:59 PM.



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    Dude, before the forum trolls come out of the woodwork I want to jump in here.

    First off, I dig your writing style. You write very well for your age. Keep doing it, and it will take you places. Trust me. It's a lost art, and even just being able to spell correctly and write in complete sentences, let alone being able to string them together like you do, will put you a cut above so many people.

    Secondly, don't ever tell these stories ever again. Leave them here, a testament to the life you once had. This isn't who you are anymore, and as you get older you'll understand that they never really defined who you were. All they are is bad memories. You're not going to be a victim anymore. I'm so serious about this I'm going to say it again. Never tell these stories again.

    College is a great chance to reboot your life, to jettison all the old baggage and move on. The people in your past are not your friends. They never respected you: Ditch them. Having no friends is better than having the kind of friends you had. If you make even one real friend in your whole time in college it will be worth more than hundreds of people who just kind of kept you around.

    Don't sweat the not getting laid in places where "anyone can get laid". That phrase irks me. Lots of us have been in the same place. I have lived in not one but TWO cities where the female to male ratio at the bar is no less than 7:1. It's fairly common in small towns where all the men leave to find work. You literally could not throw a rock without hitting a beautiful woman. In the first place in an entire year of living there I did not get laid even once. Not once. It was my own fault, and I'm working on it.

    Welcome to the community dude. I'd wish you luck, but this isn't about luck.

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