Masculinity
Master Don Juan
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Two things to share:
1. The great majority of us have been there. It's the end of a good night (or perhaps during the night) out with a girl you like. You're thinking about it and she's thinking about it. As men, we are expected to initiate the kiss. So how do you make it happen for yourself?
2. I went out with a girl tonight. We went for a ride on my motorcycle, played air hockey and then went to the swings at a park. It was a lot of fun and she liked it as well. Usually, I have a game that we play where if I win she kisses me. And if I she wins, she gets to pick one thing she wants me to do (e.g., sing, dance). However, about two blocks before I dropped her home tonight, my motorcycle decided to run out of gas (no low gas light on some bikes). I literally had to push my bike three blocks down the street :crackup:
When I dropped her off...something in my gut prevented me from kissing her. Perhaps it was embarrassment from having run out of gas, but definitely not fear. She looked up to me and then hugged me. She kept telling me that I'm funny and started saying "next time we should..." to which I responded. "Next time? Oooh la la, I think she likes me
" to which she responded "haha, a little
." What do you guys think? All opinions are welcome.
1. The great majority of us have been there. It's the end of a good night (or perhaps during the night) out with a girl you like. You're thinking about it and she's thinking about it. As men, we are expected to initiate the kiss. So how do you make it happen for yourself?
2. I went out with a girl tonight. We went for a ride on my motorcycle, played air hockey and then went to the swings at a park. It was a lot of fun and she liked it as well. Usually, I have a game that we play where if I win she kisses me. And if I she wins, she gets to pick one thing she wants me to do (e.g., sing, dance). However, about two blocks before I dropped her home tonight, my motorcycle decided to run out of gas (no low gas light on some bikes). I literally had to push my bike three blocks down the street :crackup:
When I dropped her off...something in my gut prevented me from kissing her. Perhaps it was embarrassment from having run out of gas, but definitely not fear. She looked up to me and then hugged me. She kept telling me that I'm funny and started saying "next time we should..." to which I responded. "Next time? Oooh la la, I think she likes me
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