PUA rules do not apply to me.


You know what my problem is with most sites for “Men” and “Pick Up Artistry?”


They seem to have this ridiculous notion that all men are equally appealing to women on all levels.


They boast of preaching “reality” about the female psyche yet they succumb to the banality of life every single motherfucking time and happily overlook the men for whom reality has passed.


A prime example over on TGMP. The essay, 5 Signs Women Want You To Talk to Them, probably works for about 85% of men.


I’m the 15%.


Man rules do not apply to the likes of me out in the mating market. I’m invisible, socially unappealing, bored, indifferent. Women sense an aura of “uninvolvement” from me and their eyes happily skim across me in all contexts. My voice tone, my carriage…I’m the chick anti-crack. I wish I could film a day in the life of Me through my eyes so you could all witness and experience the sheer rejection I get from women, all the time!


And these 5 signs of utter stupidity?


Approach Invitation #1: She Plays Eye Games

Uhm. ¬†Chicks most assuredly do not play eye games with me. In fact, it’s a rare occurrence when any woman allows herself to lock eyes with me. It’s as if they sense I’m a dead object in the visual play pen and innately skip me.


Approach Invitation #2: She Checks You Out


Ha! What is that like? (See #1). If a woman looks at me, she is looking at my really fucked up hairstyle, not my bulging 18.5 BMI’d arterial torso.


Approach Invitation #3: The Body Language Cues

See #1 & #2. I get NO cues other than “Was someone there?” At the store today, I think I might have gotten one IOI from some senior Armenian woman with rotund legs and another proximity probe from a nice-looking 16-year-old (which I think was more clinical than sexual).


Approach Invitation #4: Proximity and Lingering


For me it seems to be a matter of extending proximity. Women avert my field of existence and sit or stand or linger everywhere but where I am. On the train, they never sit near me even though I’m sitting there with my readers and a freaking overly inflated volume of “Infinite Jest.” (incidentally, one of the greatest books I’ve ever read).


Approach Invitation #5: The Plausible Denial Conversation Starter


Never. No one talks to me. I suspect I’ve perfected the “leave-me-the-fuck-alone” stare-down in spite of myself.