Guys, dating is hard for me.
I mean, I think it’s hard for most people, but I think it’s harder for me than it is for them.
There are girls out there – wonderful, smart, beautiful girls – who have given me their phone number of their own free will and volition, and I have yet to call them.
Call it anxiety, or call it cowardice, it’s an inhibition.
Sometimes, when I DO manage to work up the nerve to ask a girl out after nearly eight (8) months of psyching myself, I feel like my goal for the evening isn’t even to score a love connection, since that’s probably too much to hope for.
The goal is just to make a good impression.
I think that, if I can show a girl a good time, she’ll go out and tell her friends, “You know, that nervous, shy guy with the beard? Kinda nice, and hardly sketchy at all.”
That way, the NEXT time I ask a girl out, it may only take seven months.