Like a lot of guys, there was once a time for me that the idea of walking up to a girl that I liked and striking up a conversation with her was such a herculean task. It’s something that literally terrified me. What made things worse was the fact that I witnessed other guys who were able to talk to girls with such ease. I wanted to be those guys; you know… the ones that always got the girl. I just didn’t understand how something so basic on the surface was so difficult for me but seemed to come so easily for others. Time after time, I would see several beautiful girls that I was attracted and would have wanted to get to know but I never did anything about it. I didn’t know how. It’s as if it just wasn’t in my DNA. Any kind of interaction I had was all mental and it ended with me just longing for a given girl. I wish I had known about conversation escalation which you can read about on http://www.foreverlaid.net.
As a matter of fact, there was this one girl I fancied during my first or second semester in college. I remember it like it was yesterday. From the very first time I lay eyes on this girl, I was hooked. Yes I used to see pretty girls around campus all the time but something about this one just captivated me. I would see her twice a week on Mondays and Wednesdays. When I say see her, I mean it literally. We would bypass each other on the way to our respective buildings for class and that was it. Occasionally we would make eye contact but it was nothing at all for her to take notice of – at least that’s what I thought. According to me, she didn’t even know I existed while I had a huge crush on her and looked forward to every Monday and Wednesday because I knew I would get to bypass her.
I was pathetic; I did this for an entire semester because I didn’t have the guts to talk to her and ask for her number. Well, I don’t know what hit me in the end but I finally decided to muster up the courage to try and get acquainted with her. As I recall now, the semester was about to be over and I figured that if I didn’t introduce myself, then I risked not ever seeing her again – it was a community college and nobody lived on campus so chances of running into her again were extremely slim.
I can imagine you’re wondering how things turned out. Well, my story doesn’t have a happy ending because when I tried to get her number, she told me she had a boyfriend and she didn’t even want to be friends when I mentioned it. Whether or not she really had a boyfriend, I will never know but at least I tried. From that day on, I made it point to try and stop being afraid of talking to girls.