I wasn’t discouraged though. I had taken a HUGE step forward. I managed to score a date with a beautiful woman. She wasn’t some 300 pound whale that nobody wanted. She was a woman that I could actually see myself with. Going out with her was like tasting candy for the first time. I wanted more. And to get more women in my life I needed PRACTICE. I needed to get comfortable around women so that I would develop the confidence and skills that women find attractive in a man.
After a few days, I started getting some responses. After a few weeks, I FINALLY had my first date with a woman. A sexy little brunette named Christine. HOLY SH*T. It actually worked. Years of loneliness, sadness, and frustration were finally over. By using online dating I bypassed all the crap you had to go through to meet women in real life. I felt as if I discovered the ultimate loophole to meeting women and setting up dates with them. I was praying that Christine would become my girlfriend, but due to my excessive inexperience with women she felt absolutely NO attraction for me whatsoever.
I made a move at the end of the date to give her a kiss but I was so nervous I didn't have the balls to kiss her on the lips.
Absolutely nothing. I didn’t get one response. Not ONE. Now I was a failure at meeting women online and in real life. What a waste of time. I dismissed any chance that online dating could work, turned off the computer and went to bed. A few days later, I got an email from the site telling me I had several new matches. I was about to hit the delete button, but I stopped. Here was a system that automatically brought me new women every day that were not only single, but they were interested in meeting someone new.
That was exactly what I needed. The only thing missing was figuring out how to get women to write me back. I decided to give online dating another chance. This time though I tried sending different emails to different women. I tried out different profiles; different pictures and even different subject lines in my emails to see if that would make a difference.
(I ended up slobbering on her ear and neck instead.) Suffice it to say, things didn’t work out between us and I never saw her again.