MrFriendly

It will seem completely trivial and stupid to some, but for others, it's a daunting impossible task: Breaking the ice with someone you're attracted to.

It sucks, you feel so utterly defeated before the battle even began. Actually, fuck the battle metaphor, it's like getting up at 3am to pee during a cold winters night and tripping over and face planting it before your person has even managed to leave the bed, it's just really sucks that you fucked up like that.

So we're chilling out at a nice local pub on a Sunday afternoon enjoying the summer weather and the wonderful vibe. I happened to spot a young lass whom was totally my type and sporting a rather awesome tattoo. After making mention of my thoughts on the adorable rockabilly chick with glasses (seriously, galls with glasses are very fetching), my best friend's girl threw down a simple challenge.

"Why don't you go talk to her then?"

Simple question, complex answer. Though, even the most complex equations result in a single, simple, definable answer; in my case, the answer was that I was chicken shit. Unfortunately for me Beck wasn't the kind of lass to take no for an answer, she was determined to see me talk to that girl. I hated her for that too.

It was agreed that we'd best head off soon due to many reasons, but Beck wasn't letting this go. A compromise was reached in which that as we were leaving I was to inform 'beautiful lass' exactly how beautiful I thought she was. This task was easy. I just had to tune out and remember that my actions were without consequence (note that word there, consequence). No balls required for this little task, walk up, introduce myself, tell her what I think, and leave. It was easy.

I walked out of there with an incredible glow, the young lass and her friends responded with an amazing vibe. It felt nice to have made her evening. But at the end of the day, I was still a chicken shit. I could have got her number, I could have sat down and talked with her a while, but I didn't. Truth is, the thought of making that situation real and anything more than novel horrified me.

Curious though, I just couldn't escape the smile it put on her face.

So in my true nature, I needed to test the theory, I needed to attack the challenge before me. Every day this week since then, if I see a lass I like, I'll tell her as much as I'm getting of the train. Slowly, I'm starting to loose the fear and anxiety of approaching total randoms I'm attracted to. All it takes is that smile after I've said something nice. It's a baby step, and all complex problems have to be broken down. One little thing at a time.

So to all those who've always been too scared to talk, too frightened to be themselves, too horrified to do something out of the ordinary, get the fuck out there and challenge yourself. You'll be surprise just how quickly your social fears melt away.

Peace out y'all.

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