Anger and Ego plus maybe extremely miscalibrated

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Yeah, I know but the way I used to be charming and add value by being the funny/witty dude. I plan on taking improv classes and read Comedy writting secrets to starting thinking clever again.

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Yep, I have all of those things. But, you know what? It means jack-fucking-shit. Just two, short weeks ago I decided to test this concept. I rented a car. It was clean and relatively new. I think it was a Ford Focus. Then, I went and picked up my date in this piece of shit car. THEN, I drove by an apartment complex that is slightly shady, yet CLEAN and commented that that's where I live. THEN, I brought a flask with me to a bar with the excuse that I like to pour my own drinks AND I hate paying too much for booze. Then, I paid cash for everything. I wore jeans I bought from Target and a T-shirt from JC Penney. Guess what? It didn't fucking matter. She cared about who I am, what's in my mind, my personality, my sense of humor, my dreams, my passions, etc.

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So glad you posted that BR thats one of the main things Ive been worrying about. I do drive a shit car (96 Mirage with a mirror missing dents and a window busted out), but I figured hey Im in school the pre owned 3 year old honda accord comes post BA. Plus buying my first house tired of renting gotta build that Equity son Priorities!

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Yep, I have all of those things. But, you know what? It means jack-fucking-shit. Just two, short weeks ago I decided to test this concept. I rented a car. It was clean and relatively new. I think it was a Ford Focus. Then, I went and picked up my date in this piece of shit car. THEN, I drove by an apartment complex that is slightly shady, yet CLEAN and commented that that's where I live. THEN, I brought a flask with me to a bar with the excuse that I like to pour my own drinks AND I hate paying too much for booze. Then, I paid cash for everything. I wore jeans I bought from Target and a T-shirt from JC Penney. Guess what? It didn't fucking matter. She cared about who I am, what's in my mind, my personality, my sense of humor, my dreams, my passions, etc.
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Seconded. From my own experiences I don't doubt this to be the truth.