One of the reasons why my progress with women had been stunted partially stems from an incident that occurred nearly 15 years ago.

As I’ve mentioned in the past, I was a very shy, introverted, nerdy kid growing up. It didn’t help that I was at the receiving end of a lot of teasing and bullying. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. It’s helped make me the strong, cocky asshole that I am today.

There was a girl that I had a huge crush on in middle school. She had a southern accent, long legs, dirty blond hair, and a phenomenal slim figure. We’ll call her Stacy.

Stacy and I shared a Physical Education class together, and as was the standard we were all required to wear these short shorts… which meant I got a lot of quality peeking time in.

One day, I made the mistake of telling one of the kids in my Algebra class that I liked her. The information very quickly made its way around to the other boys and before I knew it, I was being dared to ask her out.

I was absolutely petrified.

Not only did I not know how to talk to girls, there was no way I could talk to Stacy… especially in front of everyone. Not wanting to be singled out as the biggest social loser in the school, I caved. During recess, a couple of the more aggressive boys cornered me outside and persuaded me to make my move.

So I did.

My heart pounding out of my chest, I walked straight up to Stacy and I froze. She just stared at me. The words wouldn’t come out, but I was able to finally force it like a mouth-breathing idiot.

Me: “W..ill yo..u go out wi..th me?”

She burst out laughing for a few moments before replying with a simple, “no”, and walking away.

I was destroyed. The only time I’d ever had the nerve to talk to a girl that I liked and I was shot down in front of all of her friends and the rest of the boys in the yard. I wouldn’t approach another girl for years to come (a few came to me), and remained a supplicant beta orbiter all throughout high school and most of college.

I learned a hard lesson that day: “Girls are cruel.”

But more importantly, I realized what rejection felt like. If I hadn’t approached, I never would have learned from the experience. It was a lesson I had to learn one way or another, and though the experience may have had a hand in my fear of approaching as an adolescent, it taught me something.

This is why approaching is so extremely important when you are first starting out in game. Becoming social and learning to talk and interact with all types of people are the building blocks of game. Were it not for experiences like with Stacy, I never would have been able to overcome my social disadvantages later in life. In fact, it’s very likely I would have regressed into a virgin adult omega male with zero social skill and no hope scoring with anything other than a blow up doll or fleshlight.

Approach, approach, approach…

Because it’s never too late to be what you might have been.

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