Originally Posted by jesterofmalice:
“lol
I've been called gay a few times in the past by different girls for not jumping on them when we were alone, too!
One of them was quite hot but she was about 16 and I was about 20, and her dad was in the same house and could have crushed me into a fine powder at the time.
The other time was with a drunk girl who I had no interest at all! Big drunk whale of a girl.
I regret the first instance some what.
You need to really go for it. Nice guys do finish last when it comes to having fun.
Take a leaf out of Lee Ryans book. Not the whole book, though. Just a page or two.
It's about confidence, I guess...”
Well, for me it wasn't about the situation it was about who i am, i can't "just go for it", or not be shy, or have certain confidence, or be like some of these other "bro" manly guys who get all the girls, it's just not who i am unfortunately. Hehe.
Me with a girl is about the most awkward, and uncomfortable thing probably ever witnessed on this planet.
In a car ride, one time with a girl i was interested in, she accidentaly sat on my hand and i couldn't bring myself to say anything the whole ride until at the end she laughed and says, "oh, is that your hand" which was about as embarrassing at it gets.
In school, i tried to put a note on a girl's desk that said "i like you alot", as she got up and went to the front of the classroom, it ended up on her seat and she came back to her desk and sat on it and never knew it was there. In retrospect it's better she never knew with a note of brilliant quality such as "i like you alot".
Come to think of it, there's alot of scenarios that involve girls sitting on things for some reason.
That's only a small example, there's instances on a "double date" if you can call it that, where my much more manly friend and i, took a drive and i thought we were like going to go out and try and have some fun for the night, he parks the car in some dark lot and they start making out and practically doing it while me and this poor girl sat there quietly through the entire thing and me feeling about as small as you can possibly feel.
and i wouldn't even speak of my first kiss, hopefully that's never remembered in the history of things remembered again, if only i could forget, i'd almost like to get amnesia just so i could forget that.
as Morrissey once wrote, "I am the son and the heir, of a shyness that is criminally vulgar".
But even knowing that these other guys get tons and tons of girls, and everything i could desire... i still don't think i'd want to be like them, because i know them... i know who and what they are intimately without the mask on, i've been their friends, i've heard their true feelings and thoughts and if that's what it takes than i guess it's just not for me, in this life.