I went up state today to this wonderful town on lake Michigan. I met this very nice Albanian chick in this fudge shop. At first we made eye contact and smiled at each other, and then we talked a bit. I could have told her my name or asked her to look me up on Facebook but I didn’t. Now I’m kicking myself for screwing this up. Goof on my part.
Yeah, I never was good at that kind of stuff, as far as getting a phone number and such, making that move. Most of the relationships I’ve had have been with women I met online, like online dating sites.
Of course. When I was younger and had more energy and I thought of women constantly and tried to do something about it, I blew many chances. Saying the wrong thing, not talking enough, not picking up clues.
It’s a miracle I ever lost my virginity. And since I never had movie star looks to begin with, I really couldn’t afford those mistakes. But in defense of myself, sometimes I did the right things and acted on opportunities that someone with my low self confidence should never have been able to pull off.