Joel Was Right
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There are so many girls I've had the chance to approach, badly wanted - if anything for my confidence or just meet someone of the opposite sex who is highly attractive :lol. One of my friends recently got engaged to a guy she met at an airport. He just approached her and they started to talk. That's it. That's all it fucking takes and it enraged me how simple some guys find this.
So for the past few weeks, i'm in the subway, on campus and a girl is sitting or standing in front. She is super cute, but I just want to say hi. I have one or two female friends who complain of when a guy just comes to them and doesn't get that they're company, nor interest, is wanted and so i'm quite analytical about my motives and method. I ask myself, 'what ate you going to talk about after the hello? Her choice of nail varnish.' By the end of my soliloquy, she is walking away before I even got up to say anything. I watch her walk away and i'm still fucking sat down. In my mind, I get up and run to catch up to ask for the time or some shit just so she notices me. She's gone. And I think to myself, if I had some balls, who knows who she might have been in my life.
And this is like a daily occurrence of torture. I'm not the type to blatantly be a gentlemen caller, I'd rather she was reading a book I know, something of a topic we coulees both talk about, rather than use 'game'.
Today I got up from my table to sit on another where this cute girl was standing over whilst browsing her bag. I sit down in front of her, hoping she notices my smile towards her but she doesn't. And walks away. I feel like Casper.
So for the past few weeks, i'm in the subway, on campus and a girl is sitting or standing in front. She is super cute, but I just want to say hi. I have one or two female friends who complain of when a guy just comes to them and doesn't get that they're company, nor interest, is wanted and so i'm quite analytical about my motives and method. I ask myself, 'what ate you going to talk about after the hello? Her choice of nail varnish.' By the end of my soliloquy, she is walking away before I even got up to say anything. I watch her walk away and i'm still fucking sat down. In my mind, I get up and run to catch up to ask for the time or some shit just so she notices me. She's gone. And I think to myself, if I had some balls, who knows who she might have been in my life.
And this is like a daily occurrence of torture. I'm not the type to blatantly be a gentlemen caller, I'd rather she was reading a book I know, something of a topic we coulees both talk about, rather than use 'game'.
Today I got up from my table to sit on another where this cute girl was standing over whilst browsing her bag. I sit down in front of her, hoping she notices my smile towards her but she doesn't. And walks away. I feel like Casper.