It has been so long by this point I can hardly remember the fine details of it, I hardly even remember what the girl looked like and how bad I felt when she told me, initially, I wasn't her type. I was discussing with him why rejection wasn't a big deal and I told him probably the worst rejection I could think of that personally happened to me, before I learned how to actually talk to the opposite sex on a first conversation basis and not completely run them out the door by our differences.

This girl went to my school and she was a grade under mine but we were connected through friends and I'd seen her around, though never spoken to her. I saw her on a website one day and decided to send her a message on that site telling her good job on being on the front page and I recognized her picture, she went to my school. We traded chat information so we could talk in a less delayed environment, little did I know I was being scanned as a potential boyfriend.

I underestimated in my early years, especially in high school, how everyone is always looking at the opposite sex, no matter who that person is, to see if they are potential relationship material. This girl was attractive, but in no way did I intend to go anywhere with her, but I was willing to have that conversation.

It opened up like any would, Hi, I'm Veighis. We exchanged names, then figured out we had heard of each other and we knew the same friends. What are you into? She asked. A rather odd question I thought as I began answering it. I told her what I was into at the time - video games. What teenage guy doesn't love him some video games?

I told her I had extensive knowledge of technology and built computers for people and made money from it, it payed well for my age, especially considering I had no real job, I was too young.

All of a sudden, this conversation, this girl, delivered a punch right to my gut. Oh... Well I'm not really into those kinds of guys.

What?! I thought. This wasn't some relationship scan, I just wanted to talk. But for some reason, this girl, because I knew what she looked like, i wanted to try and save face. I started qualifying myself to her, trying to get her interest back.

Everything I said, she told me "No, that's not really working. I'm not really into people like that" Relentlessly she kept telling me I wasn't her type, she stopped the conversation with me, I had to keep it going, but not with normal conversation, but with me trying to convince her that maybe, just maybe I was her type.

That conversation ended after I couldn't handle the blows to my confidence anymore. A harmless hello lead to this. Lead to rejection. I didn't intend for any of this to even happen, yet it did.

Months passed by and she talks to me again. She says Who is this? I dont recognize this screenname.
She had forgotten me, and why wouldn't she? I left no impact on her like she did myself. I was just some guy trying helplessly to get her to like me.

This time, I was going to change that. I asked who she was, playing along. She told me, I told her. She completely forgot our conversations from before. Wow, I thought to myself, I'm really THAT forgettable? More blows to my confidence were hitting me, and she didn't even start to tell me she wasn't into me again.

This time she wanted pictures, to see what I looked like. I gave her some, I told her my hair was an off color because over the summer I dyed it pink.

She told me "No, you're really hot"
Excuse me. Pause for a second. My jaw probably hit the floor. This girl, who rejected me before was now showing interest.

What are you into? She asked. This time I explained myself better and was much more articulate in my explanations. I showed no interest in her this time, I showed no sense of caring.

She told me to come to her table at lunch and say Hi to her. I told her I would.

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This story continues, but an intermission is required here.

I learned perhaps one of the greatest things from this conversation and this girl who heavily rejected me more than anything else I've gathered from social experience before or after these events. I learned that to be attractive to the opposite sex, one must tread lightly and avoid the in-depth "This is me" conversations initially, and go lightly on what it is one does.

From this single experience I also never openly talked about my personal life to women unless it directly pertained to the conversation or they asked. In return, I gained a mysterious guise about myself to the girls I talked to, they would tell me I was so mysterious and they wanted to know more about me. I'd tease them and tell them all sorts of things that of course they knew were jokes, but I'd sprinkle it with facts, play games with them to let them get to know me better. I accredit this girl with a lot of my success now. Unfortunately, this story and this girl don't have an immediate happy ending.

I never talked to that girl. I didn't have the balls to go to her table, sit down and chat for a short while and leave. She asked me multiple times to come and say Hi, I told her after some time "I didn't want to intrude."

That line embarrasses me today. That I said that, I can't believe it now. I couldn't have been anymore beta. She dropped interest in me after a while. We exchanged eye contact but never once spoke. I saw her a year later in a store and noticed her eying me quite a bit, she knew still who I was this time, I wasn't a forgettable guy anymore, but I was someone she wouldn't talk to because I displayed no value.

There's something good about all of us, and everyone is capable of getting with incredibly attractive women. The problem is we aren't articulate enough, unless we learn through experience and through the understanding of people, to actually have a robust amount of options. We aren't all blessed in the gene pool, but that doesn't mean as much once we've learned to be our best selves.


I know I said I'd try and keep stuff short, but I couldn't really condense this anymore without losing some of its purpose.

Till next time!

Nearly one year later I have made a return. For how long, I have no idea. I used this site as a posting grounds for topics relevant at that time in my life, and now, that is still the same. All the things I've discussed on here earlier are still topics of relevance now.

Where have I been? I've been helping the community. I've empowered guys who previously were lousy with the opposite sex or lacked a stronger social life, which they yearned for. Then they met me. After my departure from this site I helped six guys (nearly one per month), of those six guys, all of them have improved their social life, gained attraction amongst women, achieved their goals of getting a girlfriend or gotten laid; perhaps even all of the above.

I'm glad to have helped each of these individuals do this and I plan to help even more. That said, the pick up community is growing in size, it is ever increasing. TV shows are making mention of "Pick Up Artists" and there is even a TV show dedicated to the training of them, and through their training, the revealing of their drastic improvements with women. I'm glad for this, but I wish that it doesn't become too commercialized, as I fear it could do bad things for all involved. Maybe it's just me. I digress...

My return here, however long or short it may be, I wish to post information relevant to users' interests on this site, and update this with information that will continually help one to improve upon themselves. With that said, today's discussion topic will branch from an experiment I did long ago.

This social experiment was perhaps one of the most changing, most easy to see differences in the way I was treated than anything else I have ever done in my life. The community refers to it as Peacocking.

What is Peacocking? It's a simple, simple term, used to describe one or more items on a person which makes them stand out from the crowd. The theory behind it is the same theory that applies to a peacock. A peacock has a very shiny assortment of feathers, which are very large, I'd assume anyone who has been to a zoo has witnessed this spectacle. Why does the male peacock have these feathers? So it can mate.

One summer I dyed my hair pink. All of it. Not once in my life have I made a change to myself that so obviously changed the way I was approached, talked to and treated. I'm not saying one needs to peacock by changing hair color. Very small things, such as a rather eye catching ring, belt, some interesting shirt, etc will work just as well.

Not only did I receive compliments (this was rather unexpected, I though I'd get an adverse reaction), but I was approached by women on more than one occasion, some even so bold as to sit down at a table with my friends and I and just start a conversation. I was sticking out of the crowd and appeared, in an instant, more interesting than those other guys.

This works as a tool for certain girls who think you're cute to walk up to  and open you, instead of you walking up to them and opening. They can simply walk up and inquire about your pink hair, and from there the conversation has started and you can lock them in and get a number out of it.

I intended this lesson to be short and simple, so I hope I haven't written too much on it. One word of advice to all who would like to implement this into their social life. Please, please, please make sure that you wear the clothing, not the clothing wear you. If whatever you're using to peacock isn't parallel with your own identity, then you have failed to successfully do this. I had pink hair, that doesn't mean that you too should have pink hair, especially if it isn't something that you might normally do.

Today is my birthday.

Yay :)

And for today, I have a word of advice. It's short, but VERY integral to improving yourself: When the women folk speak be sure to listen. Genuinly listening to someone speak not only shows during conversation and does make the other person feel better about you, but by bringing up past things that person has talked about reflects much better for you than the others who don't bring up past things, or even remember. It shows you're there for more than just getting in their pants or staring at her breasts while she's speaking.

It's a high value trait. Be sure to follow it.