So, hell, let me lay it out. This is wicked painful for me to say this. I may have ****ed up. Bad.
First approach. Ever.
College. Found girl at party. Seems interested. Follow her to friends dorm room. Start talking. Attempt some physical contact while flirting (brush my hand across her face). She says she has girlfriend. We go out for a cig.
We start talking. Says she wants to be my friend. Shakes my hand, we part ways.
Next day, she says I cornered her in the cafeteria next day. Big dude, friend of hers, screams at me to leave.
So ashamed, embarrassed, I ****in drop out of college. Left for a myriad of other reasons, but obviously I would never would live it down on that campus.
Two years later, about to enter into college again. Been living as a scared AFC ever since. So afraid. Can't approach girls. Desperate. Lonely.
Is this normal? Does this happen? Do girls typically lie about you? If they do, what the **** are you supposed to do? So much power. I feel so meek. Meager. Castrated.
I need to change. I'd want to employ some Don Juanage, but I can't. I haven't been able to work up a shred of confidence since.
Help. Oh, for ****'s sake, help.
First approach. Ever.
College. Found girl at party. Seems interested. Follow her to friends dorm room. Start talking. Attempt some physical contact while flirting (brush my hand across her face). She says she has girlfriend. We go out for a cig.
We start talking. Says she wants to be my friend. Shakes my hand, we part ways.
Next day, she says I cornered her in the cafeteria next day. Big dude, friend of hers, screams at me to leave.
So ashamed, embarrassed, I ****in drop out of college. Left for a myriad of other reasons, but obviously I would never would live it down on that campus.
Two years later, about to enter into college again. Been living as a scared AFC ever since. So afraid. Can't approach girls. Desperate. Lonely.
Is this normal? Does this happen? Do girls typically lie about you? If they do, what the **** are you supposed to do? So much power. I feel so meek. Meager. Castrated.
I need to change. I'd want to employ some Don Juanage, but I can't. I haven't been able to work up a shred of confidence since.
Help. Oh, for ****'s sake, help.