"Maybe self improvement isn't the answer. Maybe self destruction is." - Fight club
Some days are shitty. For instance, my infield yesterday was possibly among my worst days sarging. Okay, not the worst but close. Being afflicted with a lack of sleep (dark circles) and a cold as well as a fever didn't help things either.
Neverthless, did not make excuses and still approached 7 sets on the street. None of them went off well and I met with 5 rejections. I am not sure what it was; maybe it was an absolute lack of energy or perhaps the snot dripping from my nose or my shirt that was not ironed. I don't know what the reasons were.
It felt horrible. On the contrary, my wing, who looks like an adult version of the lead from Doraemon had better luck. Glasses and everything. While he was not able to garner any closes, the women at least spoke to him and were somewhat receptive.
I even asked a woman to fuck off and gave the finger to one. Immensely pissed off that I was.