Stop telling me that, you women and gays. You have no concept of what it’s like to “just go talk to her.” Just listen to me complain about how I can’t get laid and shut the fuck up. Don’t tell me about how you would like to be approached and etc. Don’t even tell me that I’m hot and that if you were single you would be delighted to be approached by me. You are either lying, or you feel that way because you know me, you feel comfortable with me. It is inconceivable to you, the experience of being approached by me for the first time out of the blue. I don’t come off well. If I even have to consider “just going and talking to her” I’ve already lost. How can you not know this? Oh, you’re a woman, you understand nothing.
“Just go talk to her.” Are you fucking kidding me? Do you know what this is like? You have to walk in there with an ENTIRE FUCKING CONVERSATION pre-mapped down to the smallest detail, because girls give you back nothing. They give you not one fucking thing, when you walk up to a girl. You are there to dance, do your little stage show, and she’ll either politely or impolitely dismiss you, or ask you for more. For you to say more stuff; you have to have a whole god damn routine lined up. You have to be “on,” perfectly “on,” never not one hundred per cent “on” even for one microsecond because that then becomes the one blood-in-the-water microsecond that matters and it’s over. And you’re stuck in this awkward wasteland where you both know nothing’s going to happen between the two of you now, ever, because you showed one hairsbreadth of fucking vulnerability, and you can’t just leave; you have to keep talking, and there’s no pleasant acknowledgment from her that “OK, game over, now I can talk like a god damn human being since your agenda has plainly been derailed.” You still have to keep fucking talking, and she still gives you nothing.
Just go talk to her. Do you live in a movie? Even if I were the type of guy who just goes and talks to her, she would have to be the type of girls who just goes and gets talked to without fucking scrutinizing the shit out of you, who actually wants to be in a conversation with a strange male who if he were a woman would be described to guys as “exotic looking.” She would have to be the lone attractive woman on the face of the earth who hasn’t been broken by loud forward guys constantly bombarding her with constant come-ons, which, to be fair, is exactly what I’m doing, and she’s right to dismiss me. If she doesn’t want to be come on to, having judged me instantly by my physical appearance, I am dead to the pussy, now and forever. Just go talk to her. Go fuck yourself.