For months now, I’ve been going on the street, trying to approach girls through daygame. No success.
So today, I finally told myself:
Today will probably be no different than all the other days you’ve gone out. You probably will not approach. You’ll probably just walk around for a bit, past enough pretty, single girls to feel you’ve done something, and then you’ll go home, telling yourself that you will do better tomorrow.
I balked a bit at this. But then I did pass some pretty, single girls. And nothing happened. So I told myself the truth once more:
You probably are too old. And not just because many girls will think you’re too old and will find it weird. But also because you’ve gone for too long without approaching, because you’ve gotten too fixed in your ways, because you’re not flexible enough, because you don’t have life-drive enough.
I didn’t want to believe this is true. So when I saw a pretty girl, walking all alone, I asked myself whether I will approach her. And I gave myself an honest answer:
You probably won’t. Who knows why. Perhaps you’re too weak. Or too broken. Or too neurotic. Perhaps you’re not a good enough problem solver to figure out a way out of whatever is blocking you. Whatever the reason, odds are that you won’t approach anyone today. And the odds won’t improve tomorrow.
Sure enough, that girl passed, and I didn’t approach.
So I started to walk home.
Right before I got home, I saw a tall, leggy, dark-haired girl carrying a package of toilet paper she’d just bought at the store.
I stopped myself. I turned. I started running. Where the hell was I running?
I ran in front of the girl. I motioned her to stop, and I bloodlessly told her she looks nice. She lit up with a smile.
I left without even saying goodbye.
But I did approach.
So now what? Well, now I’m telling myself:
You’ll go out tomorrow, first thing in the morning. And your goal will be to approach two girls, one more than you did today. Of course, you probably won’t actually approach two girls. You probably won’t even approach one. You’ll probably walk around, pass some girls, let them pass, and settle back into the same state in which you’ve been stuck for weeks and months. Today was probably just a fluke.
If you dig in and look at yourself honestly, you will probably find a similar self-pep talk waiting for you to give it to yourself. Because the truth is, just like me, you’re probably not cut out for daygame.
Probably. But maybe you’ll surprise yourself after all.