I Tried a Game Meetup Group

Before I contacted Roosh and took his day game workshop, I tried to meet other guys like myself who wanted to learn game. I guess you could say that I was looking to meet some like-minded wingmen. Hey, we’re all struggling in this together, right? If anything, we could hang together, lean on and learn from each other, and all hold hands as we skipped down the yellow brick road.

After some googling, I came across a Meetup group for guys learning game in DC. This is perfect, I thought to myself as I created a screen name and made contact. Even better, some of the guys were meeting that Friday evening, really close to where I lived. The group was meeting early, so guys could get acquainted with each other, and we could discuss strategy. I’m not sure if I worked that day or what else I was doing. I just couldn’t wait to get out there, and that’s all I thought about. That and the all the poon that awaited from taking that giant first step.

Well, I got out there, and I didn’t see anyone. I didn’t find a group of guys. There was a group of guys, but I just couldn’t tell if it was the Meetup group or not. In fact, there were just some dudes drinking at the bar, not really talking to each other. I didn’t bother asking “hey, are you with that game Meetup group?” Instead, I hung around and observed, for about an hour, then left, disappointed.

Of course the responses to the emails were along the lines of “I was there, I didn’t see you,” etc. I should have asked. But I was so shy then. Talking to random strangers was not my thing. The irony was that while I was looking for a support group of guys to help me with my shyness towards girls, I was too shy to actually approach that support group of guys, beyond the confines of the anonymous Internet. That irony was not lost on me, and I told myself that I would have to make some sort of serious effort.

That opportunity came the following Sunday, when the group decided to meet at a mall for some day game. I was excited, and crossed my fingers, hoping that I would actually meet these people.

I met three guys. One was a short Asian guy who was ugly. That’s the truth, and there was no way around it. He didn’t help himself with the mom jeans and the too-big-but-not-thug-big faded t-shirt. The halitosis is strong in this one, I thought as I handed him a stick of gum. I could only wonder if the gum was strong enough to be effective. The second guy was a taller Hawiian-looking guy who seemed pretty cool. Just an average guy, who gave me the usual story about how this one girl broke his heart in a cold fashion. Finally was the leader, a white guy with a small beer gut, sporting stereotypical biker jeans and black leather jacket, and grey hair.

I felt out of place. I knew that I had been somewhat of a dork in college, but not like this. We had to have been the weirdest group ever, but I decided to stick around for a while. The short Asian guy was fearless, and went up to every girl he saw. The old guy walked around, and I just observed with the cool Asian. Both of us were too shy to talk to girls, so we shared war stories. But I knew that I had come to the wrong place to find help. I realized then that I can’t get better by hanging out with other dorks or old guys. Sure, I may have been the best looking in that group, but I was still in “that group.” I felt creepy being there with them, and I reasoned that if I felt creepy, then every girl would think it as well. Correct or not, that’s how I felt.

Afterwards I went home and searched the Internet for more possible answers.