i cant believe this- i went out to try and cure my oneitis and she showed up at the first bar i went to. with her man. i figured it was an opportunity to try and pull some jealous shit, but i got shot down hard by even the easiest of groups. even trying other clubs i guess they could smell the depression on me no matter how good i danced. worse night of my life, i cried a little, like wtf is wrong with me. fucking sucks.

Relax man, we've all been there. Forget all these things your suppose to do and focus on your bonds with the men in the room (keep your enemies closer) first. I also stay away from the dance-floor at ALL costs when I've been drinking; just because they're shaking it doesn't mean they want your denim-cock on it.
An instant cure for oneitis is walk up to a mixed group of a few couples/singles that are visibly friends/together and start talking to one of the couples (the woman of the two is usually a GREAT testosterone cushion). I walked into a club waiting on my friends with a Armani biker jacket and was like "LOOK, I do NOT ride a motorcycle so lay off the jokes about my ridiculous jacket, I was hoping to meet a biker-girl in here; see any Harley-cougar-types in here?". It's pretty easy if you think it's easy, just be easy-going and enjoy the conversation of others.

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Just chill, it is what it is and nothing more until you give it meaning.

For me, the lay is directly exponential to the excitement of the chase.