I turn to Paul.
“Uh-uh. I ain’t going over there,” said Paul.
“I can’t believe this,” I said. “We’re in a freakin’ bar with no competition and none of us
are going to approach those women?”
“What’s stopping you?” asked Chris. “Aren’t you the guy who wanted to get out and
pick up some chicks? I just came for the beer.”
I looked over to the table of girls. Two of them suddenly got up and moved to the dance
floor, dancing with each other. It seemed they were determined to have a good time, no
matter what.
I watched the girls dancing for a bit, my mind racing. The cold hand of fear was back,
gripping my heart and churning my stomach. “What am I afraid of?” I thought. “What’s
the worst that could happen? I get rejected and look like an ass in front of my friends?
They’re my friends, they’ll understand.”
In a moment of craziness, I summoned my strength and got to my feet.
“I’m going in,” I said, a bit too dramatically.
Chris and Paul looked at each other, surprised. I moved towards the dance floor, my
heart racing, the blood pumping in my ears. The girls were too busy dancing with each
other to see me coming.
Before I know it, I hop on the almost empty dance floor and start busting a move. For a
big guy, I can move pretty well. I butt my way in-between the two girls and start dancing
with them.
I can see the “what the hell?” looks on their faces, but I don’t care. I smile and keep
dancing. As soon as the song ends, the girls laugh to each other and leave me alone on
the dance floor, moving back to their table. Some idiot in the bar just ruined their fun.
I’d failed.
I felt terrible. It wasn’t a bad rejection, but it was still a rejection. I headed back to my
table, mentally preparing myself for the verbal abuse I knew my friends would be dishing
out.
When I sat back down, Chris and Paul looked at me wide-eyed.
“Dude...” said Chris.
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