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I'm not feeling so well today, so i write a quick report and then i'll go to bed early.
For the past few days, i've been approaching an average of about 2-3 girls each day. I haven't had the time to do a report on these interactions because i've been so busy with something else important (I do have a life you know), but every single one of these interactions were negative, so there's no point in writing out the same interaction a dozen times.
Anyway, on recommendation from my friend, i went to a part of London called Acton today. I was getting really tired from being rejected by Chinese girls, so I planned to go to Acton today to meet Persian girls (my friend said there are a lot of Persians in this area). I reckoned that surely my own ethnic group would give me at least a chance.
Well, i got there a bit late (about 5pm) and i didn't see any Persian girls. I saw plenty of Persian galleries, shops, restaurants, libraries, but no women, which was odd. But today wasn't totally pointless, because as i was getting the bus back home, I saw the most gorgeous English girl i have ever seen. A real, beautiful (and hence rare!) English rose. She was looking outside the window, looking a bit sad as the rain poured down beside the bus. I just couldn't take my eyes off her, so much so that i didn't realise that the bus was just about to leave! The English girl was looking at me, smiling sweetly and my legs became paralysed. I tried not to look into her eyes and make it look like i was chasing, but at that moment, everything in the world slowed, and it felt like it was just the two of us in the entire world.
I was quite angry with myself for not meeting her on the bus, and especially because I missed my bus and was left in the rain to wait for another one.
After 5 minutes, another bus came, and I began my journey back home. But after a few stops, I saw the English girl at another bus stop, waiting for another bus, after leaving her previous bus.
I realised that getting home early was not all so important to me, relative to meeting this beauty, so I quickly got off my bus at that stop and went to approach her.
As i left my bus, she went onto a new bus, and i followed her onto this new, unknown bus.
I sat in front of her (she sat on a single seat, at a perpendicular angle to mine).
I turned around, and asked her:
'Hey i was just curious, how old are you?' (she was almost certain my age. I just asked this to be sure because she was wearing a school uniform. Anything above 16 is ok in Europe. Girls study in school until 18).
Her: 'I'm...um.. 13' (In a woman's voice)
Me: 'Thirteen?! I can't believe that.'
Her: 'Yes, I'm tall for my age (she had fully developed breasts and was almost my height).'
I turned back, not wishing to be involved with a 13 year old. I was thinking how much 13 year old kids must have grown compared to when i was 13.
After a pause and feeling a bit stupid for even believing she was 13 for a moment, i turned around again.
Me: 'Okay, so you're really 13?'
Her: 'Yeah'
Me: 'Which year were you born then?'
Her: 'umm.....err.....1998'
Me: 'That'll make you 15, not 13'.
Her: ... [silence]
So, i was reasonably sure she didn't like me at that point, so i thought I'd chance it, go direct and see what happens.
Me: 'Hey, to be honest, I don't even know which bus this is. I just came on here because i wanted to talk to you. I think you're cute.'
Her: She smiled without looking at me, left her seat, and walked to the back of the bus. She started whispering with another girl at the back of the bus. The next stop later (whether it was her actual stop or not), she left the bus.
;(
I hate approaching girls now. Rejection seems inevitable. I just hope for a positive outcome, i never actually believe it will happen. It's depressing how every guy all around me seems to have a girlfriend, but I do not. Yet, i am almost certain i've put more effort into this than anyone else in my whole area. It's so awful to think like this.
Well, Good night everyone. I hope tomorrow is a better day
For the past few days, i've been approaching an average of about 2-3 girls each day. I haven't had the time to do a report on these interactions because i've been so busy with something else important (I do have a life you know), but every single one of these interactions were negative, so there's no point in writing out the same interaction a dozen times.
Anyway, on recommendation from my friend, i went to a part of London called Acton today. I was getting really tired from being rejected by Chinese girls, so I planned to go to Acton today to meet Persian girls (my friend said there are a lot of Persians in this area). I reckoned that surely my own ethnic group would give me at least a chance.
Well, i got there a bit late (about 5pm) and i didn't see any Persian girls. I saw plenty of Persian galleries, shops, restaurants, libraries, but no women, which was odd. But today wasn't totally pointless, because as i was getting the bus back home, I saw the most gorgeous English girl i have ever seen. A real, beautiful (and hence rare!) English rose. She was looking outside the window, looking a bit sad as the rain poured down beside the bus. I just couldn't take my eyes off her, so much so that i didn't realise that the bus was just about to leave! The English girl was looking at me, smiling sweetly and my legs became paralysed. I tried not to look into her eyes and make it look like i was chasing, but at that moment, everything in the world slowed, and it felt like it was just the two of us in the entire world.
I was quite angry with myself for not meeting her on the bus, and especially because I missed my bus and was left in the rain to wait for another one.
After 5 minutes, another bus came, and I began my journey back home. But after a few stops, I saw the English girl at another bus stop, waiting for another bus, after leaving her previous bus.
I realised that getting home early was not all so important to me, relative to meeting this beauty, so I quickly got off my bus at that stop and went to approach her.
As i left my bus, she went onto a new bus, and i followed her onto this new, unknown bus.
I sat in front of her (she sat on a single seat, at a perpendicular angle to mine).
I turned around, and asked her:
'Hey i was just curious, how old are you?' (she was almost certain my age. I just asked this to be sure because she was wearing a school uniform. Anything above 16 is ok in Europe. Girls study in school until 18).
Her: 'I'm...um.. 13' (In a woman's voice)
Me: 'Thirteen?! I can't believe that.'
Her: 'Yes, I'm tall for my age (she had fully developed breasts and was almost my height).'
I turned back, not wishing to be involved with a 13 year old. I was thinking how much 13 year old kids must have grown compared to when i was 13.
After a pause and feeling a bit stupid for even believing she was 13 for a moment, i turned around again.
Me: 'Okay, so you're really 13?'
Her: 'Yeah'
Me: 'Which year were you born then?'
Her: 'umm.....err.....1998'
Me: 'That'll make you 15, not 13'.
Her: ... [silence]
So, i was reasonably sure she didn't like me at that point, so i thought I'd chance it, go direct and see what happens.
Me: 'Hey, to be honest, I don't even know which bus this is. I just came on here because i wanted to talk to you. I think you're cute.'
Her: She smiled without looking at me, left her seat, and walked to the back of the bus. She started whispering with another girl at the back of the bus. The next stop later (whether it was her actual stop or not), she left the bus.
;(
I hate approaching girls now. Rejection seems inevitable. I just hope for a positive outcome, i never actually believe it will happen. It's depressing how every guy all around me seems to have a girlfriend, but I do not. Yet, i am almost certain i've put more effort into this than anyone else in my whole area. It's so awful to think like this.
Well, Good night everyone. I hope tomorrow is a better day