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by Mike Mendell - Author of _Boy Clicks Girl_
DEAR FRIEND,
You know that hot brunette at the coffee shop?
The one that’s so cute you feel weak in the knees just looking at
her? You’d like to approach her and start a conversation but your
legs won't move.
Your mind starts racing, coming up with excuse after excuse on why
you can't talk to her.
You struggle to say something clever - but you can't think of
anything witty to say. The excuses win and you walk right by her
regretting it for the rest of the day.
Why does that ALWAYS happen?
If you've ever experienced anything like that - THEN BE GLAD YOU
LANDED ON THIS PAGE - because before you leave I'm going to show you
how to land dates with women like that any time you want.
And here's the best part, you won't have to approach her or say
anything.
Sound impossible? Believe me, it's not.
If a guy like me can do it, so can you. I mean, I've been deathly
afraid of women ever since I was a kid. I still remember the first
girl I ever had a crush on. Her name was Emily and we were both in
elementary school.
I had to tell her how I felt, so I ran up to her in the school yard
one day, avoided eye contact completely, and said: _"Here take this."_
I slipped a love letter in her hand and then bolted away because I
was so nervous.
I was shy, but also curious. I had to know if she liked me. I ran
back to see her reaction, and she was thoroughly shocked. This would
send me running away again, yet only to return moments later with the
hope that somehow everything would work out.
Eventually I convinced her that I was her boyfriend and we became a
couple. Life was good back then. Just 12 years old and my love life
was already taken care of. This was my girl. This was the woman I was
going to marry.
Or so I thought...
Before long, elementary school was over and it was time for high
school. To my horror, Emily’s parents decided to send her to a
DIFFERENT school than the one I was attending.
I begged my parents to send me to HER school. When they refused, I
begged Emily’s parents to send her to MY school. They wouldn't budge
either. There was nothing I could do.
Why didn’t I pursue her? Why didn’t I try harder to keep her? Why
was I overconfident that she was my girl and I didn’t have to do
anything to keep her?
I lost her. Emily was gone.
Fast forward ten years and I was still single. I went through high
school and college completely alone. I never had a girlfriend. I never
had a date. Heck, I never even had a first kiss.
Waking up every morning was torture because it just meant another day
of pain and sadness. To say I was depressed would be an
understatement.
* Will I ever get a girlfriend?
* Is there something wrong with me?
* Why are no girls interested in me?
* Am I unattractive or repulsive?
* Why are all the girls I like taken?
* How do all my friends get a girl without even trying?
Every one of my friends had a girlfriend by now, but not me. I
couldn’t figure it out. I had a lot to offer a woman. I came from a
good home, was in decent shape and somewhat good looking. Yet still,
for my entire life, I was always single. Always alone.
I started thinking that something just HAD to be wrong with me.
Either that or I was just VERY unlucky with women.
I needed a way out. I had to fix this problem of always being single.
I had to prove to myself that I wasn’t some freak. That I had the
qualities of a real man that could win the heart of a beautiful woman
and incorporate her into his life.
Every person I turned to for advice said the same thing: _"Stop
looking for a woman and that’s when you’ll find her."_
I didn’t believe them. I couldn’t just sit on the sidelines and
watch my life go by feeling empty inside. I had to make it happen. I
needed to take action.
I was sick of being a total loser, I was willing to pay any price to
find a woman. She had to be sexy, intelligent and fun to be around. I
refused to settle for anything less. The thought of going through life
with a woman I had no desire for was just unbearable.
A fire had lit up inside me and I was going to get a girlfriend this
year.
I started approaching women on the street, in bars, in clubs, in
bookstores, in grocery stores, in the mall and just about everywhere
else.
You’d think after so many approaches, I would have become skilled
at chatting women up and getting their phone numbers and email
addresses.
But no, that never happened.
My "routine" was to go up to women and tell them how I thought they
looked like someone I knew. I tried to get a conversation going, but I
always got that _"Get the hell away from me."_ look.
I was beating my head against a brick wall. I wasn't making ANY
progress. Everything I tried failed miserably.
I was riding the bus to work one day when this incredibly gorgeous
blonde woman got on and sat down in the seat in front of me.
I couldn’t breathe...
Her beauty hit me like a ton of bricks. She was impeccably
attractive. Her features defied the laws of nature itself. Her body
language, sense of style and overall vibe came together in perfect
harmony to create the ULTIMATE woman. She even carried herself with a
hint of insecurity that led me to think I might have a chance.
My eyes were just starting to adjust to this celestial being that
came before me, when the unthinkable happened...
She rang the bell.
SH*T!
The bus stopped, the doors swung open and she got off. Do I follow
her and say something? Or do I stay on the bus and go to work
regretting it for the rest of the day?
The doors closed and the bus sped off.
NO! Screw work! I couldn’t let her go. I had to try! I ran the bell
and got off at the next stop. I looked around and saw her heading
north up the road. I ran across the intersection at full speed, almost
getting hit by two cars in the process, and headed straight for her.
(Did I mention I did all of this in the dead of winter with 20 inches
of snow on the ground?)
I caught up to her, tapped her on the shoulder and couldn’t even
mutter my name. I was huffing and puffing uncontrollably. Half from
exerting myself so suddenly and half because I was so nervous.
Finally, in between my panting, I managed to say: _"Ugh hi, I noticed
you on the bus just now and I had to find out what you were like.
What’s your name?"_
She was STUNNED. But she did have a big smile on her face and I got
the feeling I just made her day.
_"Ashley!"_ she said. _"Hi Ashley, I’m Mike, nice to meet you."_ I
gasped. Then reality set in and I knew I had to move things along or
the situation would get awkward fast.
_"So ugh, can I have your phone number?"_ I muttered. Again, a look
of pure shock came over her. _"Ummm, well, I have a boyfriend."_
DAMN IT! COME ON!
_"Oh... I see, well that’s ok. You can’t blame a guy for trying
can you?"_ And with that she gave me one last smile and she was gone.
