Seizing The Day
Don Juan
When I was a sophomore in college, it was my great fortune to meet and become friends with a guy named Kevin.
Kevin was a year ahead of me, an Irish-American who was always optomistic and confident. He was around 6ft, 180 or so, reddish hair, hazel eyes, with one of the most charming smiles you'd ever see. He was totally uncomplicated, a casual dresser, and was one of the first guys I'd seen sporting an earing.
Kev had a sort of nice, soothing, friendly voice. He made you feel at ease when you were around him.
But what drew me to him was that every time I saw him, whether on campus sitting on the grass or a bench, or in the student center, or the cafeteria, bookstore, library, wherever, he was always, and I mean always, with a girl.
So this one time I see him in the lounge,(with a girl, of course) and wait for a chance to speak with him alone. He got up to get a pepsi and I just casually went over and introduced myself.
We shook hands and exchanged the usual courtesies, then I got right to the point.
I said, " listen pal, maybe it's none of my biz, but every time I've ever seen you, you're with a girl! What the fuk is your secret?"
He looked me straight in the eyes, and said, "I ask"
"is that it?" I asked
"yup", he said. "You want something in this life, you gotta ask for it"
We became good friends over the next semester, and believe me, it was like the goose that layed the golden egg. I met so many girls through him and by using his methods that I was starting to feel like a shiek and his harem. Needless to say, it was a great time.
Through Kevin, I learned that the biggest mistake most guys make is not trying enough. I learned to be direct, and not waste time on girls who didn't demonstrate good interest in me.
I learned that women can be nice, and sweet, but can have zero sexual interest in a man. I found out that carrying bags of groceries to a car for an old woman doesn't have the same effect on a younger chick. I found out that doing favors for girls is a waste of time where it concerns triggering sexual interest.
I learned how to "move on", let it go, and not look back.
I learned that ALL women love to be hit on, even if they act offended.
I learned that any woman, no matter how happily married or commited she may be, is always pleased to find a nice guy who wishes she were not.
I learned to always take the high road with women, never insult them for rejecting me............no matter how scathing.
I learned that some women are just plain jerks, even if they happen to be gorgeous.
But more than anything, I learned to ask.
Kevin was a year ahead of me, an Irish-American who was always optomistic and confident. He was around 6ft, 180 or so, reddish hair, hazel eyes, with one of the most charming smiles you'd ever see. He was totally uncomplicated, a casual dresser, and was one of the first guys I'd seen sporting an earing.
Kev had a sort of nice, soothing, friendly voice. He made you feel at ease when you were around him.
But what drew me to him was that every time I saw him, whether on campus sitting on the grass or a bench, or in the student center, or the cafeteria, bookstore, library, wherever, he was always, and I mean always, with a girl.
So this one time I see him in the lounge,(with a girl, of course) and wait for a chance to speak with him alone. He got up to get a pepsi and I just casually went over and introduced myself.
We shook hands and exchanged the usual courtesies, then I got right to the point.
I said, " listen pal, maybe it's none of my biz, but every time I've ever seen you, you're with a girl! What the fuk is your secret?"
He looked me straight in the eyes, and said, "I ask"
"is that it?" I asked
"yup", he said. "You want something in this life, you gotta ask for it"
We became good friends over the next semester, and believe me, it was like the goose that layed the golden egg. I met so many girls through him and by using his methods that I was starting to feel like a shiek and his harem. Needless to say, it was a great time.
Through Kevin, I learned that the biggest mistake most guys make is not trying enough. I learned to be direct, and not waste time on girls who didn't demonstrate good interest in me.
I learned that women can be nice, and sweet, but can have zero sexual interest in a man. I found out that carrying bags of groceries to a car for an old woman doesn't have the same effect on a younger chick. I found out that doing favors for girls is a waste of time where it concerns triggering sexual interest.
I learned how to "move on", let it go, and not look back.
I learned that ALL women love to be hit on, even if they act offended.
I learned that any woman, no matter how happily married or commited she may be, is always pleased to find a nice guy who wishes she were not.
I learned to always take the high road with women, never insult them for rejecting me............no matter how scathing.
I learned that some women are just plain jerks, even if they happen to be gorgeous.
But more than anything, I learned to ask.
