So I've been here for a few years, mostly reading and asking dumbass questions, yet, I did put in the work, slow AF but work indeed.

This field report is a lesson for those of you that are over-thinkers and you ruin your chances on your own.

A mere two weeks ago, I was at the local supermarket and I decided to cold approach a legit HB4 20 something, just for practice. She brutally rejected me and then insulted me numerous times to prove once again that ugly bitches are not worth the effort because they are too damaged.

After that rejection and onslaught of insults, of course my ego was hurt, I am a human being after all and unfortunately my heart is bigger than my dick (and i've sent a bitch to the ER from fucking).

So after this rejection I just wanted to GTFO home, but then as I was sitting in line to the cashier I remembered something "wait the F, my Ducati is almost fixed, I have a new camera, new lens, shiettt I'm gonna take so many pics, ride to so many places, them 18 year olds are in my DMs again, let's goooo", I started to smile like a moron, and when I looked up, there she was, my cashier, 20 something, fit body, brown-greenish eyes and doll face. You bet your ass and your paycheck that I started to hit on her.

I got lucky, one of my items had a smudged bar code so we had to wait for someone to confirm it. So I started my thing, my absolutely dumbass retarded game that is a blend between Patrice O'Neal and Bill Burr, with zero filters active. I started small talk with her about how the parking lot was full, she was like "that's quite odd, it really is full to the brim". And me being my usual retarded self went "it's your shift of course it's full".

When she started blushing and giggling I knew, there was blood in the water. So I started to ask her how her shift was and if the smudged bar code was her way of asking me out. She told me to GTFO but she'd only wish for such luck. I replied with "how about your instagram since the bar code is waiting". She asked for my instagram first, and went with "uu, bit of a fuckboy are we?" I told her that I'm a man of church, devoted to God only, and pretty girls such as herself.

She handed me my phone back and followed me back on instagram, telling me "I'd like to be able to work for the rest of the day, so sthap that pleaseee". Blood in the water, and the sharks came.

As we were still waiting for the stupid bar code, I texted her on instagram "so how about I give you a ride on the Ducati and we have some coffee?". Her reply was "am I a slut if I say yes or can you gloss over it?" I told her "only if you're my hoe".

She blushed like a teenager and giggled, replying with "I never went on a motorcycle before but i trust you".

And then the barcode checked out and I realized something, I have been hitting on this girl, with 7 fucking people next to me, behind me in line, hearing everything. I looked back, holy shaite, one guy was smiling like a dufus giving me the thumbs up, two other guys were shaking their heads in disapproval, some old lady just wanted to get her pasta already. And I was like "damn, i'm such a retard".

I left the supermarket with my things and her instagram, but I could not remember one good thing, not her reaction, not my game, just the STUPID ASS reactions of other people, it went in my head over and over and over.

I went home and went for a ride on the motorcycle, and i kept talking with her on instagram for 2 days. I took her out, gave her my spare helmet and i took her around the city and around a nice lake.

With the lake in sight I stopped and we talked for a bit, I waited for the sunset and I went for the kiss. I expected to get slapped, she kissed me back, her hands underneath my leather jacket, her telling me she's never done this before.

She asked about my age after she kissed me, I started to overthink again "fuck me, she'll figure out i'm 30 and she'll bail fukkk", I told her that I'm 30 since last week. Her reply was " so looking like you're 24 and being 30, should i fish you from the sea of pussy you're drowning into?" I told her to sush and get on the bike because rain is coming.

I got her back to her apartment building and we made out for 15 minutes. I'm still in touch with her and we'll go out again. She seems nice and polite, barely any social media presence, and good family as far as I can tell.

What I learned from this and what you should too, is the following:

1. Whatever you're overthinking, it's bullshit, it's 30% of the real thing and you're just overthinking yourself to a rejection.
2. Nothing will happen to you ever, not once. She'll reject you? she'll insult you, call you names? fine, she has a boyfriend that wants to fight you to protect his princess? If you're jacked, he won't do shaite, he will back out or get slammed to the ground. This brings me to 3.
3. Get fucking jacked, deadlift 440lbs (200kg) and bench press 242lbs (110kg) and you will look the part. Nobody will fuck with you, not even guys that are more jacked than you because they know, that you can slam them back and worse.
4. Get down to 15% body fat and your true looks will show, that's your true potential, get down to 10% and you're golden, but as long as you have abs and a jawline present you are the top 5% of everyone. Most guys are fat AF And weak AF, you're either them or above them, learn it or regret it later.
5. Whenever you are overthinking badly, think of things that you are looking forward to. This is what helps me greatly, i think about the good things that are coming and i'm instantly better, the game is better too.

You can cry yourself to sleep all you want, or you can do something about it. And if you are doing something about it, even if you fail, and you won't, you'll still be better than before. Get jacked, I don't give two flying fucks from Texas to Miami how hard your life is, deal with it the same way i'm dealing with it. I have a guy at my gym he's gonna be 60 soon, he's bald yet jacked, he has 20 year old FWBs that blow him, and i've seen the text messages. So either get good or stop crying.

Edited for lack of content due to network cutoff.