The following is a true story except names have been changed or given nicknames for anonymity.
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PROLOGUE
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"Brenda..." I nervously mumbled out as I walked behind her. She stopped walking and spun around.
"Uhh, could I grab your number just in case I need help for study or something?"
She was startled. "Oh, yeah, sure."
She started to reach for her pocket to grab her phone, then stopped herself. "Oh, I should be able to remember my number by now."
She told me her number, I entered it in my phone, and I went back home in the happiest mood in my life.
I was ecstatic, I had so much happy energy inside me that as soon as I got home I pumped my fists in the air and screamed "YES!". That was the first number I ever got from a girl.
But of course it didn't go anywhere. She ended up deleting my number.
I've always been terrible with women. I never went to the senior proms (there were two of them), was bullied for being terrible with women, and had no friends in highschool. The first girl I ever dated abandoned me after a few hours and twenty minutes later FUCKED A RANDOM STRANGER IN AN ALLEYWAY because I was so boring. At the start of my first year at university I became determined to change this, and eventually I became THE ETERNAL BACHELOR.
I started by walking around the campus and my city, spending hours trying to muster the courage to talk to girls. When I did start a conversation with one of them, my nervousness made everything awkward and I always left within the first minute because I couldn't handle the pressure. I was equally as nervous when going out at night to bars/nightclubs. I was an immensely shy, acne-ridden skinny guy. To make things worse, I got diagnosed with Laryngopharyngeal Reflux which means I couldn't drink even a drop of alcohol to ease my nerves.
I saw an advert for a local seminar on how to pickup women, so of course I attended. Through this event I met some wingmen, and some eventually became good friends and I was no longer lonely all the time.
Gradually meeting women and having a nice conversation with them became easier, but I was still making mistakes. One time a girl asked me to add her on Facebook and I refused her like an idiot. Another time, a really hot girl called me good looking and blatantly asked me what my favourite sex position was after 10 minutes into a conversation, to which I froze and told her to ask a less awkward question (to this day I still don't forgive myself for this). One day when I was walking down the street there was a group of european girls who waved at me and giggled but I didn't do anything.
At 20 years old, at the end of my second year at university, I took a break from talking to girls for a few weeks. This is the story of my first night back.
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Chapter 1: First Blood
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I hadn't been out for a few weeks so my skills were rusty. I went to my favourite bar alone and walked around like an idiot. I was sober as always, and I couldn't start any conversations. I spotted some guys I knew, Bradford and his friend 'The Engineer'. They were also trying to get laid, so we teamed up and marched over to another bar.
Gradually I started to talk to some girls and began to loosen up and 'get in the zone'. We bounce between different bars until finally we end up in this really sleazy place, there's a fight here every night because various gang members like to here.
I get a drink (a glass of water) and find my wingmen talking to a big group of tourists. I tapped the closest girl on the shoulder and introduced myself. She looks at me like no girl has looked at me before. Big, wide, sparkling eyes, as if she is anticipating my every word with excitement. She is short with a sexy Brazilian accent which is like music to my ears. My masculine instincts kick in and I just kiss her straight away. I didn't even bother talking to her friends. Her english is poor but that makes her even sexier. She is average looking, a bit chubby, but any guy would fuck her if they had the chance.