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What's the worst that could happen? She'll say no
I only hit on a girl after a thorough research work beginning with a logistic check (that the son stinks, that she's not dancing with her friends, that her girlfriend just went to the bathroom, and that she had at least two glasses of wine) and continuing with an hour of autosuggestion. Then I became enlightened
Sagie Shahar
In the beginning it looked like another ordinary, boring night at the bar. The same sound, the same beer, I was with my dating-expert friend, and as we stood there, talking about the usual stuff, we observed two guys that looked just like us. Yet instead of chatting with each other, those guys were actually talking to girls! No inhibitions, no second thoughts. No preparation and no exercises. Simply started talking to them.
How did they do it?
I can only hit on a girl after a three-hour research. It starts with a logistic check (that the son stinks, that she's not dancing with her friends, that her girlfriend just went to the bathroom, and that she had at least two glasses of wine) and continuing with an hour of autosuggestion (talk to her already. Sure you can! Who does she thinks she is, anyway? She'll refuse? So what? Grow up, walk over to her. No... Not yet…) and ends up with an anxious attempt to approach.
That's where the real problem lies – I have nothing to say. I can spend hours chatting to a cope at the coronary's, small talk with CEO of international corporations, but exchange two words with a girl I don't know – that is impossible. What I loose in these situations is my sense of humor and creativity. I feel as predictable as a hungry child in Congo. Once I gather the courage and make the move it ends after less than a minute. Right after the "Hi, what's your name, where are you from" I am at a loss. That's it, nothing more to say. So I usually end up mumbling something like "great, have fun," and dash to find a hiding place in a dark corner.
S…….
How can I be so cool and easy going with the entire world is concerned, but when it comes to a girl, I'm like a nerdy 17 years old? (May nerds forgive me).
Can someone explain it to me?
Yes, I know. There's no logical explanation to it. And, yes, I know, I need to come with good energies, go with the flow. But let me say it now – I don't want to go with the flow, I don't even know what that means.
And suddenly it dawns on me. I found the answer:
They are not self-conscious.
They simply don't care about what the people around them think. This lack of awareness is what allows them to do it all! She'll say yes, she'll say no, what do they care?
It's so good not be self-conscious, I thought. I always knew alcohol is good, but I just realized why – it makes us unaware of ourselves.
1 beer = this nice place, I like it here.
2 beers = the girls here are great, you know?
3 beers = Wait, where's the bathroom?
4 beers = so, what did you say your name was? Dikla? You look pretty with your hair down.
5 beers = Cigarette?
That is more or less the equation I came up with that night. There are some legitimate variations between the sexes. I did not make it that night – but, hey, this is a nice place, I like it.
So, on that night I reached the decision that will change my life forever: I'll never be self-conscious again no matter what damage my liver will suffer.
The liver will eventually heal but my spirit – what shall become of it?
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