So I’m walking around, minding my own business, thinking about a whole lot of stuff about my work, and what I need to do over the weekend. Yeah, that’s pretty much how weekday afternoons go for me. I thought to myself that all I needed to do was to focus on my own work, my own salary, and how to save up and eventually invest for more money.. and then I could go ahead and think about doing stuff that I really want – go on that tour of Tokyo, and maybe even go to Paris.
When I got everything figured out, then I can think about settling down.
Sounds like a plan, right? Wrong. Someone up there had a sense of humor and botched everything up.
Well, I wouldn’t really call it a botched-up experience. It’s just that I was caught off by – you guessed it – a girl. And not just any girl. I’m talking about a lady. A lady that I thought deserved respect, and one that I knew I had to have in my life more than anything. The only problem was, she was almost always with all her other girlfriends when I would see her at a local cafe.
The best I got at the time was a smile, and every now and then, a ‘Hi’, only after I had the guts to start with a ‘Hi.’ There were those rare times that she would come over by herself, and when I had the courage to get to her, she would already be gone.
So I thought to myself, I needed help. There were so many things I wanted to tell her but I didn’t know where to start, much less actually start the conversation. While I had friends I could confide with regarding this situation, I found that they were all busy, so I was left to fend for myself, for her. I looked online for any sort of resource. I didn’t want to check out any of these so-called relationship gurus who thought they had everything figured out – I wasn’t that gullible.
But then I saw this book. It was featured on Amazon, and it was free. I figured, I had nothing to lose, and I suppose I need to read something with a title like ‘Guys Don’t Get It’ To get it so I can get her. It didn’t open up with a whole page of empty and generalized compliments that would have gotten someone who had absolutely no self-esteem; no, I burned through this book because I had a feeling that the author wasn’t lying, and I felt like all the words applied to me. After reading through it, I understood that I was choosing to be a chicken when I needed to be a hawk, always on top of things.
So yesterday I applied the secrets. I was lucky she was alone, I got there, began talking to her – and we maintained a good progressive conversation, without any awkward silence, even when one of her friends eventually came.
Like I said, I’m off to a good start. Glad I picked up this book. More power to you.
