This coffee shop story is an excellent example of why I don't approach females when I'm at the bookstore, grocery store, or my favorite bar.
On the rare occasion that I notice a girl looking my way or smiling at me I drop Guinness all over the floor and run and hide. If I were to approach, I'm sure that I would say something along the lines of, "Gosh you're puuuurty." Then, if that wasn't enough to scare her, I would say something equally creepy.
Let's just call it, "not having game."
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
The Unapproaching Type
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