I like the way the boards are now.
I like Morgan's new set and profile pic, too.
What I don't like is being so lonely all the time. I went out to the Lizard Lounge tonight. Now, consider this: you're alone at a dance club, looking for a girl (or boy, whatever). You see a girl (/boy) standing at one corner of the dance floor, grooving a little with the music, but pretty much standing still. She's got a drink in one had and a cig in the other, she keeps adjusting her blouse, and she's looking around -- not like she's nervous, just as if she's maybe looking for something, or for someone. She is alone, as she has been all night. What do you do?
Well, if you're me, you check her out for a while and then slink off to another room. Why, O why do I not have the balls to approach somebody and introduce myself? Why is it so hard to say, "Hi, my name's Justin. Want to hang out?" What on Earth is wrong with me?
It's not like I can't read signals -- this girl was obviously ready to hook up / meet someone / at least sit and chat for a while, and I knew it. What gets me is the unspoken fear, the memories of past failures that continue to haunt me. I'm not afraid of being rejected per se, since I know I'll be lonely anyway; what I'm afraid of is failing. If I don't try, I don't fail and prove to myself that I just don't have what it takes to meet a girl.
I like Morgan's new set and profile pic, too.
What I don't like is being so lonely all the time. I went out to the Lizard Lounge tonight. Now, consider this: you're alone at a dance club, looking for a girl (or boy, whatever). You see a girl (/boy) standing at one corner of the dance floor, grooving a little with the music, but pretty much standing still. She's got a drink in one had and a cig in the other, she keeps adjusting her blouse, and she's looking around -- not like she's nervous, just as if she's maybe looking for something, or for someone. She is alone, as she has been all night. What do you do?
Well, if you're me, you check her out for a while and then slink off to another room. Why, O why do I not have the balls to approach somebody and introduce myself? Why is it so hard to say, "Hi, my name's Justin. Want to hang out?" What on Earth is wrong with me?
It's not like I can't read signals -- this girl was obviously ready to hook up / meet someone / at least sit and chat for a while, and I knew it. What gets me is the unspoken fear, the memories of past failures that continue to haunt me. I'm not afraid of being rejected per se, since I know I'll be lonely anyway; what I'm afraid of is failing. If I don't try, I don't fail and prove to myself that I just don't have what it takes to meet a girl.VIEW 7 of 7 COMMENTS
paintedbat:
and yeah you should have gone up and at least said hi
masaba:
just do it..........if things go badly, no one will ever know and you'll probably never see her again