Can someone fucking explain to me why I apparently need to degrade myself to some kind of drooling cro-magnum in order to talk to girls?
I'll be honest. I haven't had a lot of luck with girls in my life. I'm 24 years old and I have yet to have sex with a girl. Needless to say, I am not happy about this and recently have decided to take action.
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First of all I have tried some online personal sites. I spent a lot (and I mean a lot) of time crafting a really good self-description that encapsulates who I am and what I'm looking for. Yeah, so far, zero replies. So much for that.
But besides that I try to do a lot of initiating at bars, etc. A few months ago I went out and had been hanging out scouting for someone promising when I thought spied a girl I went to high school with. She was looking really good and I had always thought she was pretty cute but I couldn't remember her name. I sat there staring at her for hours trying to remember it, but it just wouldn't come. Before I knew it, the bartender announced that it was closing time, and she and her friends got up to go. Well I wasn't about to be beaten so easily so I just figured fuck it, her name doesn't matter and I went up to her.
I greeted her with a friendly hey and hugged her. To my dismay she didn't hug back. What did she say next? "Sorry, do I know you?"
"Yeah, DUH! It's me, from high school. I haven't seen you in so long!"
"Right, I remember," she said. "How have you been?"
Well I basically started telling her all the stuff I'd been up to since high school. I thought it was pretty interesting but obviously she didn't because after a few minutes she interrupted me.
"Hey, we've gotta take off. The bar's closing, you know?"
Yeah, I knew alright. "Fine. I'm gonna take off too. See you 'round," I said. Bitch.
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