Like, oh my god Becky, I'm so excited to finally post here!
After 1.7 years of devouring the essence of this forum, I have finally stepped into action. I know, I know: "Don't just learn, act!" you might admonish me. The bottom line is that I spent 1.7 years in search of technique, and have finally "upgraded" to the actual realization of "not technique, but mindset." THIS WAS A PINCHE EPIPHANY YA'LL! This metamorphosis transpired 7 hours ago.
The lineage
6th grade: Fall head over heels for girl that used to be childhood playmate. Profess undying love. Phone house constantly. Tell people to tell her how pretty she is. Bring flowers and candy to school. So on and so forth. Become laughing stock as totally pathetic.
Rot in misery and sheepishness for 2 years.
8th grade: Turn to girl in english whom I've never had a conversation with, and ask her to go out with me. Get stern no in front of class, confirm suspicion that I am in fact a loser.
11th grade: Ask friend to prom. Success!
12th grade: Ask friend to homecoming. Success!
Ask classmate to prom. Initial agreement, but phones
a few hours later to admit that she was caught off
guard and doesn't really want to go.
Ask fellow band member to prom. Rejection.
Ask fellow band member to prom. Rejection.
Fellow band member hooks me up with dateless
friend. Draw.
These have been my interactions with women. No kiss, anywhere. No dates. Nada.
Today, after the upgrade transpired, I realized that I wanted to get a notebook to jot ideas, and really probe the subtleties of how I could add to this new total confidence. Go to Barnes&Noble, walk towards journal rack, encounter gorgeous Eskimo employee. Without even thinking about getting nervous:
"Your shoe's untied"
"What"
"Nevermind, you're wearing sandals. Say, shouldn't you be wearing shoes at work?"
"Nah, its cool."
"You trade sexual favors with your manager for minor employee priveleges?"
"Uh *blushes* no, its just ok to wear them"
"I see. Well *glance at nametag* Lacy, with that resolved, I'd like to get to a much more pressing issue. I've just realized that my thoughts are much more useful on paper than just floating around my head. Which of these journals defines me as a person?"
*points to one*
"Why that one?"
"I don't know"
"Darling, my ideas are much to important to scribble down in some notebook picked arbitrarily by a random stranger. That's why you're here, to really get an idea about who I am so you can make a wise decision."
"And you expect me to figure you out right now?"
"No Lacy. You couldn't be more wrong, you see, it will take you many years to figure me out."
"I guess you won't be getting a notebook today then."
"Actually, I like that leather one. Here, let me test it out. *flip open to first page* Write your number down there. Go ahead and throw your email on there too"
*with confused delight* "sure!"
"so you get off when?"
"its actually time for my break pretty soon here"
"what are you implying?"
"hmmm?"
"nevermind. lets get some coffee"
2 lattes later, she ditches work to "see my place"
Gentleman, this is so easy. For whatever reason, ubermensch mode kicked in, and now my whole history is obsolete. I have been upgraded dear sages and sirs, and I'm laughing as I watch Lacy's phone number burn as a sacrifice to my unlimited potential.
After 1.7 years of devouring the essence of this forum, I have finally stepped into action. I know, I know: "Don't just learn, act!" you might admonish me. The bottom line is that I spent 1.7 years in search of technique, and have finally "upgraded" to the actual realization of "not technique, but mindset." THIS WAS A PINCHE EPIPHANY YA'LL! This metamorphosis transpired 7 hours ago.
The lineage
6th grade: Fall head over heels for girl that used to be childhood playmate. Profess undying love. Phone house constantly. Tell people to tell her how pretty she is. Bring flowers and candy to school. So on and so forth. Become laughing stock as totally pathetic.
Rot in misery and sheepishness for 2 years.
8th grade: Turn to girl in english whom I've never had a conversation with, and ask her to go out with me. Get stern no in front of class, confirm suspicion that I am in fact a loser.
11th grade: Ask friend to prom. Success!
12th grade: Ask friend to homecoming. Success!
Ask classmate to prom. Initial agreement, but phones
a few hours later to admit that she was caught off
guard and doesn't really want to go.
Ask fellow band member to prom. Rejection.
Ask fellow band member to prom. Rejection.
Fellow band member hooks me up with dateless
friend. Draw.
These have been my interactions with women. No kiss, anywhere. No dates. Nada.
Today, after the upgrade transpired, I realized that I wanted to get a notebook to jot ideas, and really probe the subtleties of how I could add to this new total confidence. Go to Barnes&Noble, walk towards journal rack, encounter gorgeous Eskimo employee. Without even thinking about getting nervous:
"Your shoe's untied"
"What"
"Nevermind, you're wearing sandals. Say, shouldn't you be wearing shoes at work?"
"Nah, its cool."
"You trade sexual favors with your manager for minor employee priveleges?"
"Uh *blushes* no, its just ok to wear them"
"I see. Well *glance at nametag* Lacy, with that resolved, I'd like to get to a much more pressing issue. I've just realized that my thoughts are much more useful on paper than just floating around my head. Which of these journals defines me as a person?"
*points to one*
"Why that one?"
"I don't know"
"Darling, my ideas are much to important to scribble down in some notebook picked arbitrarily by a random stranger. That's why you're here, to really get an idea about who I am so you can make a wise decision."
"And you expect me to figure you out right now?"
"No Lacy. You couldn't be more wrong, you see, it will take you many years to figure me out."
"I guess you won't be getting a notebook today then."
"Actually, I like that leather one. Here, let me test it out. *flip open to first page* Write your number down there. Go ahead and throw your email on there too"
*with confused delight* "sure!"
"so you get off when?"
"its actually time for my break pretty soon here"
"what are you implying?"
"hmmm?"
"nevermind. lets get some coffee"
2 lattes later, she ditches work to "see my place"
Gentleman, this is so easy. For whatever reason, ubermensch mode kicked in, and now my whole history is obsolete. I have been upgraded dear sages and sirs, and I'm laughing as I watch Lacy's phone number burn as a sacrifice to my unlimited potential.
