You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
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.
What is vaguely interesting about this to me is how this parallels what makes a great movie with a great director vs a boring predictable generic movie that you know is just out for a cash grab or someone is trying something. Pacing is everything when it comes to a great storyline and unpredictable plot twists at the right time and suspension of disbelief. In a sense movie-making sounds like seduction since you are influencing people's mood and emotions through the use of imagery and sound in order to get a desired effect. I'm sure some of your favorite movies that made a memorable impression has some or all of those aspects.
