I got a small dose of the age
thing last year.
Man, it stung.
Last year, I was at the gym and I saw this black cutie on the treadmill.
Titties were bouncing away, just as I like em.
I approached her at the treadmill, did my usual thang...in and out.
Got her number, hit her up.
This was well before I got hit with the Mode One flu, so the idea at that time was to get a woman's number and build rapport with them over the phone, and at some point invite on a date.
So, as we are talking on the phone and getting to know each other, she mentioned that she was in college...which prompted me to ask her age.
She said she was 22 (she did not look that young).
I told her I was 37.
Immediately, her vibe changed...and her conversation/words became short and vague.
After a short time, she said she had to go.
We hung up, and it was easy to decipher what went wrong.
I was too old.
That, followed by the fact that when I texted her a short time later, asking if she wanted to hang out...she said something like "I'm sorry, but I don't think you are the right guy for me".
Yup, the age thing.
But you know what, I wouldn't have felt half as bad if I had went Mode One on her...and if she would have said "I'm sorry, but I don't think you are the right guy for me" after I went MO on her, I would have walked away (figuratively speaking) smiling with my head held high.
That is the power of Mode One.
Win, lose, or draw, you can walk away with your head held high.