I was on the bus on my way to the park to exercise. This tall light skinned chick(I'll assume she's latina) walked into the bus...she stared directly at me & sat beside me. Not just that she pressed her leg against mine & left it there for the entire ride. She wasn't amazing, she was cute, slender about a high 6 or low 7.
The opener immediately sprang into my head. However I just froze. I couldn't summon up the courage to talk to this chick. As I got out, we shared a long stare as she moved aside to let me pass.
Its not like I could guarantee a number close, its not that I passed up on a potential plate. I'm pissed that me, Kirro, someone who has been known all his life for charisma, confidence & charm, someone who could talk the spots off a leopard, being all this, I couldn't open my damn mouth & say anything. Maybe I'm self conscious of my accent(not being American). I dunno, but beyond putting my body through hell to maximize my looks, beyond shooting for a better job, beyond making friends with dudes...one of the most important trials of my self improvement relies on the ability to chat up strange females with relative ease.
The opener immediately sprang into my head. However I just froze. I couldn't summon up the courage to talk to this chick. As I got out, we shared a long stare as she moved aside to let me pass.
Its not like I could guarantee a number close, its not that I passed up on a potential plate. I'm pissed that me, Kirro, someone who has been known all his life for charisma, confidence & charm, someone who could talk the spots off a leopard, being all this, I couldn't open my damn mouth & say anything. Maybe I'm self conscious of my accent(not being American). I dunno, but beyond putting my body through hell to maximize my looks, beyond shooting for a better job, beyond making friends with dudes...one of the most important trials of my self improvement relies on the ability to chat up strange females with relative ease.