When we got there, the place was full of hot little college chicks studying and drinking
coffee. Mike and I grabbed a table and looked around. Mike’s eye wandered to a dark
haired beauty sitting on a couch across the room, reading a text book.
“Wow, that girl is gorgeous,” he said.
“Yeah,” I replied. “She’s a hottie.”
“Why can’t I have a girl like that?” Mike wondered aloud.
“Why can’t you?” I asked.
“What?”
“Is there something stopping you? You see her over there, right? Why don’t you just go
up and talk to her?”
“Yeah, right!” laughed Mike.
“Why not? Why is that such an unreasonable thing to do?”
“Because I’m Asian,” said Mike. “Pretty girls only like white guys. Plus, I’m too short.
And she’s probably got a boyfriend anyway.”
“That can’t be true,” I insisted. “I know you, dude. You’re a cool guy. Any girl would
be lucky to have you as a boyfriend. I’ve seen Asian guys with white girls before, and
I’ve seen short guys with smoking hot chicks too.”
“What are you saying?” Mike asked.
“I’m saying there’s got to be something more to it. It can’t just be about looks or
physical attributes, because otherwise most of the guys in the world would be screwed.
There’s got to be something you can do that will make a girl attracted to you, regardless
of what you look like.”
“Why don’t you go talk to her, if you think like that?” Mike asked.
I looked at the girl he had referred to as the cold hand of fear gripped my heart. “Because
I’m a chicken shit,” I said. “I’m afraid she’s going to reject me.”
“Well, now you know how I feel,” said Mike.
“But it’s not a question of what you feel,” I said. “It’s a question of what she feels and
what we do to make her feel that way. I’m taking myself out of the game before I even
start, thinking she’s going to reject me before she even knows me. You do that too.
That’s our problem, man. We reject ourselves before she even gets a chance to.”
© Copyright Bizlancer Inc. It is forbidden to copy this report in any manner. Web: http://www.artofapproaching.com