Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
I was desperately attracted to my oneitis, I was clearly afraid to approach her, even when she was stalking me around through my life (it was extreme). Everywhere where she appeared she would tell everyone how annoying it was that I was SO sincere when I dared to talk to her. She was obsessed with the company I worked for and used me to get a job (during the interview she mentioned my name as reference and of course I licked my bosses balls to give her a chance). Once hired she immidiately started to spread rumours about me with my collegues...the funniest thing is that she left the company by herself after two weeks or so.
She put insane efford to appear in my life over and over again in all kinds of places.
Every time when I was flirting with other chicks or simply not paying attention she would become so mad at me that the next day she looked asif she had a sleepless night.
Yes, my oneitis turned me into a sissy emo boy and Im disgusted by myself when I think of it. it lasted for three years, and has cost me some mental health, depression and more.
what was her motivation ? what drives chicks to do that ? need to feel loved or attention ? To finally get rid off her I humiliated her and then asked her out, result: very rude rejection. I still feel I missed something and that I could have done better, but fear of rejection was incredibly strong.
Oneitis is a horrible desease, especially if attraction is extremely strong. Im still recovering, despite of having a few sex partners afterwards.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.