Some girl on Reddit posted this profile of a guy from OKCupid.

Listened to 14 years worth of complaints about bad boyfriends, your bad day and everything else that’s wrong with you.

Have helped hundreds, possibly thousands of people just by listening and trying to cheer them up. The first person I ever helped said she stopped cutting herself because she had me. Another person told me she’d never, ever say “I love you” to anyone again the day she met me, later she said it to me. So I kept on helping. “I’m not looking for wealth or glory, I’m just buying that stairway to heaven Jesus sang about.”

Lots of heart, kindness, caring. To this point it’s been thrown away by jerks. So lots of hurt too. It’s not possible for me to have been any nicer to people than I have but no good deed goes unpunished and all that.

Still believe in chivalry.

I spend a lot of time thinking about Why girls have such incredibly bad taste in guys. “He locked her in a box for months on end and called her ugly and gay”…yah…and /’m the one that can’t find a gf!?!?

You want someone that’s sweet, kind, caring, wants you for you and nothing else after all the complaining how you can’t eeevvveeerrr find someone like that and it would make you s00000000 happy to have such a guy…and then throw him away when you get it.

You should message me if you are sweet and caring. Not just one of those people that say you are then act like a total ass when it’s time to show it.

Sex thing, not a chance. Nil. Ziltch. Nadda. Zero. Not only has every girl I dated that already had sex cheated on me I’ve promised someone that if I ever changed my mind on it she’d be the first I ask. It’s been a very long time and she once told me I was the prince charming she dreamed of when she was a little girl so I would NOT do that to her. I wouldn’t do it to anyone really. If I would I’d be a terrible person and you wouldn’t want me anymore. But the point is were I to change it I’d have to ask her and she’d still say yes.

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to be my girlfriend.

What makes me cringe is that this guy is an extreme version of the way I used to be back in the day.

When you adopt a self-righteous demeanor like this, you can blame everyone but yourself when things don’t go your way.

If you always play the angel, you never have to go through the pain of stepping outside of your comfort zone and doing things that scare you.

The scary part is that you can stay a momma’s boy like this all your life if you don’t figure out how to change.

And you’ll think there’s something wrong with the world instead of yourself until your dying day.

This is a guest post by Chase Amante, founder of dating advice company Girls Chase.

There she is: the most beautiful girl in the club. Or bar. Or in your class, or office, or the corner coffee shop, or the computer lab.

You know… that place you always go to, and keep thinking to yourself that this time, when you see some gorgeous young thing, you’re going to go and say hi.

But you never do. Instead, you just stare… and sigh to yourself.

If only you could just… meet her.

But you can’t. It’s like there’s an invisible wall between you and her… and you just can’t get to the other side of it.

Except, there isn’t an invisible wall between you and her… it’s all in your head.

And I want to talk to you about how to get out of your head… and up into action.

What’s This Chase Amante Guy Know About Approach Anxiety?

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“Skate to where the puck’s going to be, not to where it has been.”

This is the advice Walter Gretzky gave to his son, hockey great Wayne Gretzky.

When you’re a beginner, it’s an accomplishment to simply have a conversation with an attractive woman.

But once you’ve had a fair amount of conversations, text exchanges, dates, hook-ups and relationships with strangers you’ve met on the street, you start to tweak things in your game.

While it’s nice to simply have friendly conversation with a woman, it isn’t worth that much.

The point, after all, of a conversation, is to lead to text or e-mail exchange.

The point of text and e-mail exchange is to lead to a date.

The point of a date is to lead to intimacy or a relationship.

Obviously, not every conversation leads to sex–you wouldn’t want it to.

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Is there something wrong with me because I experience approach anxiety?

This is one of the biggest questions guys ask.

The paralysis of approach anxiety can feel like a disease, as if you have a mental illness for experiencing it.

I could tell you that most guys experience some type of fear when trying to initiate interactions with women.

Talk to any random guy and ask him how he would feel walking across a bar and starting a conversation with a woman.

Most will say that they can’t do it or have a lot of trouble doing it.

But the one big wrench in the idea that approach anxiety is normal is that there are guys who do not experience it.

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Confidence is a loaded word.

How many times have you read in a popular magazine that women are attracted to confidence?

The word has been thrown around so much that it’s lost all meaning.

That’s why you won’t see the word even once in my upcoming book.

Still, understanding the concept can go a long way in sifting through all the riff raff out there.

Here are seven definitions you can refer to when someone uses that word.

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You want to be natural. We all do.

Your interactions with women shouldn’t feel forced or fake.

You want to be yourself.

Confidence is being able to express yourself in almost any situation.

But as you’re improving with women, the main problem:

That ‘self’ gets locked up inside.

And getting it out ain’t easy.

One of the best things I ever did for myself is to start consistently using the same opener in every situation possible.

Here are eight excellent reasons to start doing this.

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See the top of this chart? It’s not a point, it’s an arrow. That’s not an accident.

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There are too many things wrong with me.

My forehead is ridiculously high, my skin too white.

My eyes are too small. They’ve been described as “squinty” by tactless friends.

My jawline is anything but strong. I hide it with a beard. All the fashion now.

I’m getting older, and still I’m typically not the smartest man in the room.

I’ve lost enough debates at my age to know that there will likely be someone at the table with a better grasp of history. Or a better memory. Or someone more likely better read than me.

My career isn’t terrible. But it’s not progressed in a decade as my true love is arts–music, writing–neither of which has won me accolades, save for perhaps this blog and my successful coaching.

I have women to thank for showing me the light. The ones who let me get oh-so-close, but not quite. They turned me into a revolution.

They made my bones hurt with inadequacy as they let me fall in love with them.

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This post is from my good friend Cory Skyy.

Steve is different than most guys out there.

Steve and I are at a small dance club. Several cute girls are dancing up against him, just having a good time. I’m not surprised.

We’ve been dancing for a while. I need some fresh air so I grab him and we go outside.

On our way back in, I see a few cute girls standing over at a table near the bar. We position ourselves next to them.

Within minutes I’m talking to one of the girls. Steve is talking to one of her friends. We’re laughing and joking around about silly stuff, just getting to know one another.

Pretty soon, the girl with Steve is all over him, touching him and getting sexual.

This kind of attraction is nothing out of the ordinary for Steve.

Steve has something most other guys don’t have: a wheelchair. He’s quadriplegic. Read the rest of this entry »

I quit going to the gym.

Why? Is it because I’m lazy?

Nope. I’m driven as hell.

Is it because I don’t want to get huge and muscular?

Nope. I’d love to have a killer physique.

It’s for one reason: Time.

Every morning, I get up and I workout for about 20 minutes before breakfast. Sure, if I spent an hour or two at the gym every day, I would get bigger a lot faster.

But I know something about myself.

I know, that if I set myself up to do an hour a day, I won’t do it!

I may be able to keep it up for a week or two or three. But then something will happen.

I’ll get busy with my coaching sessions. Or I’ll get up extra early to finish editing my upcoming book. Or I’ll go on vacation.

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