If i'm confident and don't care, i'm pretty successful and even if i fail it doesn't phase me.
When i lapse out of that confident phase, then that's where the funny stories begin. I started first cold approaching in hs. I did about less than a handful. i stuttered, was REALLY nervous...it was horrible. I was always one of the better looking asian guys in my hs. I think i had a girl tell me i was top 3. I'm also really playful childish and immature and used to play pranks, get into trouble, and flirt with girls (non i was interested in). ya after i talked to these girls, they thought i was some creep and avoided me, avoided eye contact, etc.
I cold approached this hb9 back my freshman year college. She was a Junior.
She was really *****y and thought she was the sh1t. I didn't know how to spit game at her because i generally just become friends with girls that i have no interests for but i can't for one i'm interested in. I join the class 2 weeks late, i plot and plot to figure out how to talk to her. The teacher assigns people into groups for projects and i get into a different group. I pull the teacher aside and make up some bs about how i find AIDS a very interesting topic and convince her to put me into the AIDS group (HB9's group). I ****ing read the entire article and more about aids before i approached the teacher so i had something to talk about to convince her. It worked perfectly. The project lasted 3 and a half weeks long along with a presentation. The group was 4 girls and me. I became really good friends with the Ethiopian girl, she had a bf but she liked me. She didn't show it though. there was another black girl in my group which was HB9's room mate. Big girl, i was cool with her too and used to crack jokes with and on her. I think one time i was like "you lying if you telling me you don't like a little chinese food on the side." she got super embarassed haha. Last girl was some chubby white girl. She talked to all the girls normally, and rarely spoke to me. I only spoke to her if i had work. I just keep ignoring her till we finish the presentation. I never gave her eye contact or show her any extra attention besides getting work but still people in my group and in the class asked me multiple times if i was interested in HB9. Because we were the only asians in class i guess. I just gave open ended answers where they couldn't exact an actual answer from.
Come day b4 valentines day or the day after since that's the day we have class, i bring a eeyore doll with a rose in his hand/vday card in a bag. some of the girls ask me if that's a vday gift. I just say maybe, maybe not. HB9 is a no show on monday. I bring the bag again on wednesday, she shows up late and the class is watching a movie. I didn't have the chance to give it to her because she showed up late.
Attendance is called at the very end of class and after your name is called you can leave. Both our last names start with C so we should be called around the same time, but since i joined the class 2 weeks late, i'm the very last person to be called. So the teacher calls her name, she gets up and leaves. I force myself to get out of my seat and chase her, my teacher tells me she didn't call my name yet and i just tell her i'll be right back. I chase the girl down the hall and call her name, tell her i have something for her. Give it to her, she get's super embarassed as there are people walking out of class seeing this happen. It's all great. I get home and there's a facebook add from her and a
message "
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i drive her home the next day, she finds out i'm younger is a little put off but its still okay. I then start talking to her online and become needy before we even start to go out. I start to say all this afc sh1t. she stops talking to me. I get heartbroken and 6 months and wait for her to call me. summertime comes and i get this call from a number i don't know, i call it back and its her. She said she called the wrong person. I wait for the whole summer to end till she gets back to school. Her bday is in october so i got my boy to go to NY and get this NYC snow globe (she told me her favorite place in the world is NYC), got her a dozen roses, and i wrote her this long ass love poem(the poem was the best i've ever written, if given to a girl i was in a relationship with, it would have been great).
The snow globe had a little card with it saying "Since you can't always be in New York, now New York can always be with you."
I called her up asking her that i had to meet up with her to give her something. She was kind of shocked but agreed. was outside her apartment surprised her again, she was happy until i think she read the love letter. Her AOL away message said something about "why are there all these creeps and weirdo's."
I avoided her like the plague for the longest time. I ran, hide n sh1t.
I was embarassed for a good 8 months until i realized people fvck up and if i pine about this my whole life i'll never get anything done. I walked up to the next girl not giving a sh1t. Was like "Hey, i've seen you around before but i don't believe we've met. (she smiled) Hi, my names AAAgent." "Hi my name is hb7." Nice to meet you HB7." she became my next gf.
But needless to say, i've had countless of embarassing stories like the one above and only a handful of confident ones like the last one.
I've fought guys 5 inches taller and 50-70 pounds heavier and you can't even compare the differences in the amounts of anxiety i get from trying to talk to a girl im interested in.
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the love letter consisted of stuff like "they say some people are one in a million but your one that's once in a lifetime."
"Everyone tells me there so many fish in the sea and why can't i choose another one, but i don't want any other fish. I want you."
