But I need a greater, not a equal. I'm in Daytona and I want to go crash with someone for a week to go sarging with, meet girls with. My life SPAM here in this town is limited due to financial issues. I won't have any money but maybe for the bus. But I'm looking into this option because I deserve a break and need a vacation to just relieve some stress.

Also if the guys got nice duds and all and is willing to spend on a beginner, that would be great. I can't promise anything in return but I'll do my best to return the favor at some point. This may seem like a cry for help, but at the same time this just might be something that could be the big breakthrough for me. I need to have some fun and we could maybe play golf, volleyball, jet ski(IF live on or near the beach) together as well. I want to surf but never done it before nor been deep in the ocean.

My birthday is June 2 so if you want to do it that week then that will be cool. I'm 30 and anyone between 20 and 35 is cool. There's a lot of Miami lairs and that would be ideal. Imagine all my fb friends seeing how I partied it up in Miami. PM me if interested.

So let me get this straight, aside from the fact that you offer NO kind of social value at all, and come across as a desperate whiney loser, you actually have the gall to ask for "not an equal" but someone with "nice duds" (don't know what the F*** that is) to put all the pressure on them to show YOU a nice time?

I understand you probably wrote this out of depression or whatever kind of chumpy emotion out of the "I am a Loser" spectrum. You have to take the feelings and squash that shit under your flip flops or whatever beta male sized shoe you wear. And stop sounding so pathetic, or else someone is gonna come by and make sweet love to that vagina on your face.

Because you want to know something? To quote the infamous Bender "We ALL feel like that, ALL THE TIME. You don't hear us gassin' on about it". Take me for example, im a male nurse. A male f***ing nurse. I am the butt of so many jokes, i get no respect because I gave the patient's stupid f***ing aspirin 20 minutes late while holding my bladder and risking a terrible UTI because i never even have time to use the bathroom, and worse, i actually HATE my job and I do it because I made other peoples life decisions instead of my own. But I am ok because i make sweet money and have more days off a week than I work. Did i mention my boss is a stupid sexist / prejudiced cunt? I take the good WITH the bad, and you need to do that too.

Now that I am done jizzing tough love all over your face, tell us what is REALLY bothering you?

Yeah and if someone does lay a hand on me, they would be hitting a emotionally disabled person which will hurt their record and a chance at a good job. I'll damn make sure noone hires said person who does such a thing.

You don't know me dude. And I'm probably better with women than you will be and I know I probably look better too. You think I like living like this? You don't think I want to go back to school? Its not that easy to pay for ged when your income pays your whole rent. I'm well aware that I fucked up but try having my mother for a mother.

For all I know you probably are, and do you want to know how much I give a shit? None the slightest, actually I'm more happy that a better looking dude who is genetically programmed to have a leg up in dating is actually DOING WHAT HE IS SUPPOSE TO BE DOING, this gives me faith that nature has not obscured too far off course, and if you have seen some of the poor decrepit people I've cared for in the past, who nature literally buttf***ed in the Genes Department, who still maintain a positive outlook on life, then you'd understand.

So, tell me, WHAT is really bothering you?

Oh, and that whole "Making love to your vagina face" thing wasn't a threat, it was just a euphemism for taking control of your life.

Trying having my father as a father. He did the worst thing he could ever do to his kid. HE LOVED ME (platonically). He gave me a great home and a great childhood and paid for the rest of my education that wasn't paid for in scholarship.

HE MADE ME A TOTAL PUSSY. I AM SCARED TO EVEN LIVE MY OWN LIFE. And I've done everything he's ever told me to do. I have no street smarts, I have zero sex appeal, no social skills, the only memories of college are trivial and barely worth any meritorious reminiscence. I live at home because I am doing the boring grown up thing to do and "saving my money" instead of spending it at the strip club and getting wasted with my nonexistent friends. LOL don't cry to me about your stupid mother.

I'm so sorry. Please dont leave me baby, I need you.

Guess what, I had a sh#tty father too, who neglected me. My mother drove my life insane when I turned 18 and me and my siblings came to stay with her. Lets just say she put my brother and sister before me because i didnt want to go to public school my senior year(was at private school 9-11 grades living w/my grandmother) and didnt have the money to enroll in private/home schooling. The job I got I gave half my check every week not even getting to spend on anything I wanted. I was only 18 and she treated me like I was an adult living with her. I had brief independence until my accident and since then I haven't been the same.

Ok, so apparently this part of your life really messed you up. In what way did you think the pickup community was going to make your situation better? Didn't you read "The Game"? That book talks a lot about Mystery and how he was so damn suicidal, and picking up girls never helped him either. If you're disabled, go on welfare. It's where HALF MY PAYCHECK goes anyway. If you're deathly sick, call the "Make a Wish" Foundation. If you're just depressed, see a psychologist (and don't make excuses about money, there are plenty of universities with psychology students / staff who do probono work). Or join the army and do something with your life.

Like you said, I don't know you, and you're right. I don't know thing about you other than what you've written for us. And from what you've given, you sound like you're easily defeated and you dwell in the past. And those are two qualities the pick up community NEVER wants to see in a person.

Sigh*
You have been given a gift. You cannot smell it, touch it, hear it, or see it, not even feel it, yet it's an incredible gift that many of us never have the ability to give ourselves. And that gift is your own personal freedom. I live in a world where disappointing my dad would turn my reality upside down. Not because I am afraid of him, which i am not, but because I wouldn't know how to live myself if I don't do right by him. I have no idea what it means to truly be free. Think of those Bikers from Wild Hogs when Ray Liotta tells Tim Allen and his gang to go back to their "safe lives" because they couldn't handle all that freedom. Which is very true, i have no idea how to make it in the real world, which is why i continue to work in a job i loathe.

Stop being such a sorry a-hole and find the good in your life. The grass is always greener..

I am on a income but not welfare and only about 1 percent of your check goes to what I get. But trust me, I want to go back to work. My diagnosis is complicated but it has a lot to do with the inability to develop interpersonal relationships and I also have agoraphobia. I go for a review next year. You think I like this? No, I don't. As for PUA, I'm here because I want to get laid. But I really thought these meetup groups would help. I'm not afraid to go out clubbing and I don't need anyone to hold my hand. Its just in Daytona here, I send too many messages on fb trying to get attention. I think these people might recognize me if they see me and call me out on my fb sh$t. I don't drive, meaning no way in hell can i survive a night in this seedy town on my own relying on cabs and trollies, which quit running after 12:30 am. There's been some shootings in downtown Daytona with people that go to BCC.