All of us on here share a common bond in the sense that each of us is here to improve themselves and help each other out through various suggestions. A lot of you on here are familiar with some of the stories I have talked about on the forum in the past. My painful experience with oneitis (my very first post) with a 35 year old woman at my gym who later started bringing her boyfriend there to show me how much I meant nothing to her; the persistent, harsh and rude rejection that I have endured through much of my college life and my life in general here in the United States, etc.
Well, today, I took a chance and did something I haven't done in a while. Because of the many negative outcomes that I have had in my most recent attempts, it's been a long time since I walked up to a woman and approached her on the street. I've been very hesitant for a long time. So today, I took a chance and talked to a woman on the street. I needed to get back into it, so I needed a starting point. Pardon me, but I can't help saying this. This woman was probably in her mid-thirties or at least 40, but looked really good. Man, her ass was so big and it shook in these big, black dress pants she wore with a green blouse. I think she had just gotten off from work. I caught up with her, introduced myself and we began talking. I gave her one or two compliments as we walked together and I tried to get to know her as well. I also teased her about what a nice ass she had. But before we parted, after I told her I would like to take her out some time and to get to know her a bit better, she said "nah, but it was nice talking to you." She told me after I spoke to her a little more following that, that she was taken/seeing someone else.
Whether or not she was telling the truth didn't really bother me. The most important thing was that I felt better having tried, because there are many men out there who wouldn't have tried. I did notice before I was talking to her that she seemed to be text messaging someone and that her phone beeped a few times as we walked, so maybe it has nothing to do with me, but whether or not it does, I don't really care. Although as a man, rejection from a woman you find attractive does hurt, and it still did in this case because I have feelings, the effect on me for some reason today was so minimal that it really didn't bother me. All of a sudden, just because of starting over again today, I look at it now more as a numbers game and the "no" from this woman on the street motivates me to continue until I get a possible "yes" from another. Talking to women on the street is a lot of hard work.
Interestingly, she and I were quite a contrast in terms of build. I looked like a skinny dude compared to her. She was about 5'10, 274-283lbs (almost nearing 300lbs) and although I ignored them, I couldn't help but notice the folks looking at us who walked toward our direction, as they probably noticed the contrast. The look in some men's eyes seemed to be along the lines of: "Man, this dude must have some amazing courage to pursue a woman so much in contrast to him." I've talked to another woman with the same build in the past who did tell me she was attached as well but that if she weren't, she would have been happy to hook up with me. The most important thing is I'm happy to have found that one opportunity to get me back into talking to women on the street.
Well, today, I took a chance and did something I haven't done in a while. Because of the many negative outcomes that I have had in my most recent attempts, it's been a long time since I walked up to a woman and approached her on the street. I've been very hesitant for a long time. So today, I took a chance and talked to a woman on the street. I needed to get back into it, so I needed a starting point. Pardon me, but I can't help saying this. This woman was probably in her mid-thirties or at least 40, but looked really good. Man, her ass was so big and it shook in these big, black dress pants she wore with a green blouse. I think she had just gotten off from work. I caught up with her, introduced myself and we began talking. I gave her one or two compliments as we walked together and I tried to get to know her as well. I also teased her about what a nice ass she had. But before we parted, after I told her I would like to take her out some time and to get to know her a bit better, she said "nah, but it was nice talking to you." She told me after I spoke to her a little more following that, that she was taken/seeing someone else.
Whether or not she was telling the truth didn't really bother me. The most important thing was that I felt better having tried, because there are many men out there who wouldn't have tried. I did notice before I was talking to her that she seemed to be text messaging someone and that her phone beeped a few times as we walked, so maybe it has nothing to do with me, but whether or not it does, I don't really care. Although as a man, rejection from a woman you find attractive does hurt, and it still did in this case because I have feelings, the effect on me for some reason today was so minimal that it really didn't bother me. All of a sudden, just because of starting over again today, I look at it now more as a numbers game and the "no" from this woman on the street motivates me to continue until I get a possible "yes" from another. Talking to women on the street is a lot of hard work.
Interestingly, she and I were quite a contrast in terms of build. I looked like a skinny dude compared to her. She was about 5'10, 274-283lbs (almost nearing 300lbs) and although I ignored them, I couldn't help but notice the folks looking at us who walked toward our direction, as they probably noticed the contrast. The look in some men's eyes seemed to be along the lines of: "Man, this dude must have some amazing courage to pursue a woman so much in contrast to him." I've talked to another woman with the same build in the past who did tell me she was attached as well but that if she weren't, she would have been happy to hook up with me. The most important thing is I'm happy to have found that one opportunity to get me back into talking to women on the street.

