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Don Juan
And you know what? I feel fukkin great about it. It was scary as hell. I approached a brunette hottie in the mall and made conversation about her eyebrow ring and had an interesting discussion about body piercings. Got positives vibes, asked her for her number, and she told me she's got a boyfriend. Hmm, that really wasn't so bad. I would have felt better if I had gotten the number, but I really don't feel my ego has been destroyed and all that. It wasn't 1/8 as bad as I thought it would be.
All of the hype I had built up in my head was all for nothing. You either get shot down or you don't. You're still alive afterwards.
All of the hype I had built up in my head was all for nothing. You either get shot down or you don't. You're still alive afterwards.