| I Was Once 17 and Shy
I'll tell you a story.
When I was 17, I had been on exactly one date in my life. I'd had all kinds of crushes, but even though I had lots of girl "friends" in school, I could never quite get it through my thick head that some of them prob. liked me in "that way."
One day I was on a bus home from a field trip with a group of kids in the "gifted" program. It just so happened the girls in the sophomore year of the "gifted" program were all unusually hot as well as smart. I was a senior. They were sophomores. I was the editor of the literary magazine. I wrote poems and lyrics and wore ripped jeans and a long, flowing mullet. I was a rebel and douchebag in the sincerest most teenage way.
Anyways, this one pretty sophomore named Brittany (and this was when that name was still hot, before it got ruined by poor white trash from Louisiana) kept looking over at me from across the bus aisle. And even though I was pretty much blind to girls, this I noticed. And my slightly less-dorky friend Craig noticed as well. So that night, I went over to his house, and we talked girls. He lamented how he really liked this girl Sasha, but just didn't know what to do about it. He went on for what seemed like hours, until I finally got fed up and said, "god damnit, dude, it's just not that fucking hard! If you like her, call her up and ask her out!"
He looked at me and said, "yeah, why don't you do it?"
To this day I have no idea what happened, other than some deep, powerful male competitive urge kicking in and obliterating all fear, or maybe some sense of brotherhood, the same that urges men on in wartime to charge forth into danger because they owe it to their friends... and yes, the fear of women does feel as strong as the fear of death at times... but I didn't say anything. I just got up, got his phone book, got Brittany's number, and called.
Craig looked at me, shocked. I was a blank. I didn't think about what I was going to say. I just knew this.
Like girl.
Girl likes me.
Ask girl out.
Her dad answered. I stayed cool and said, "is Brittany there please?" Then a cough, a "one moment please," and in 30 seconds the sweet, sexy, innocent sound of a pretty young girl breathed in my ear. And there is nothing like that sound.
I said hi. She said hi. I said I had to ask her something but didn't get a chance in school. She said OK. I said would you like to go out with me on Friday.
She then said, "I can't."
I think my heart completely stopped. My blood pooled like a lobsters. I died.
Then she said, "I'd love to, but I can't. I'm going to British Columbia, Canada."
In a beat, I replied, "Wow, Canada. That's a long way to go just to get out of a date."
And she laughed. She laughed, and I came back to life. Her family was going on vacation, but she'd be back in a week, and would I like to come over that next week and watch a movie?
I sure would.
I still remember that call. I remember that date. I remember that girl and the smell of her perfume in her hair. I remember it because that was the day I did something that seemed small, but meant the world. Every single approach, every date, every day with my woman that makes me wonder if it isn't easier just to go gay, I cast my mind back to that day, and remember why I did it.
It wasn't for ME.
You will not pursue women simply because you want them. You do it for someone else.
Do it for a friend to give him confidence. Do it for a buddy on a bet. Or do it for her because she deserves a good guy who can make her laugh and make her come.
Do it for someone not you. _________________ ===
Sean Messenger
http://LVo3.com
"War is not the answer. Love is."
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Beautiful post and happy birthday, dude.