I gave a girl, Georgia, my number with the message "Hey Georgia! It's Our Protagonist from math, i wanted to know if you wanted to hang out sometime! -(555)555-555 Add me on facebook! Our Protagonist." It took me what seemed like years to write that under the fucking pressure of the lady who I was leaving the note to at her work. I plan to stop by Monday when she's back.
I met a girl Stars, and got her number. I was studying with Endgame in the Library and she was sitting with her friend. Me and Endgame attend night classes for nursing and she and her friend were days. I walked over to them and asked them how they were doing and talked about recent events in class and discussed how the test was going to be rediculous. When the library closed, Stars was mentioning drinking after the test, and i said "I'd totally join you guys if i didn't have the test the day after you.", She than said she's drinking tuesday too. I said Really? - After a moment I spoke: "Hey give me your number." She looked like a deer in headlights. "Me?" "Yeah, what's your name again?" under her breath "Stars." I plugged it into my phone and the anxiety coursed through my veins but I profoundly kept my head above the water. "Awesome. Cya guys" End-game told me her friend made a face of awe when I asked her. She wanted me to ask her I figure.
I spent 15 minutes of pure focus breaking my brain to find this out. How the human thought process works and my key for talking to women:
I talk to women and ask their numbers because I don’t care about rejection because I don’t care what they think of who I am because I don’t want to talk to somebody who doesn’t like me for who I am because I love who I am because to love oneself...
is nature.
is nature.
Not
ReplyDeleteeven a
little
tiny
small
bit, you don't care for
rejection?
I admire
you, then.
Rejection, I
think,
is worse than death.
I've problems, you can certainly conclude to
if
you
read this.