First, let’s bust out the shovels and dig at the underlying hypothesis: Approach Anxiety. Do these words mean anything to you? Both men and women fall victim, but males are far more frequently plagued with its crippling symptoms. Admiring an attractive figure is an art form, but not nearly as complex as the art of the approach.
It’s that single moment; that half-second right before his brain even contemplates the idea of walking over and talking to you. His heart begins to palpitate, his palms get clammy and you can audibly hear his balls click against his pelvis. This is a near daily occurrence for men across the globe.
Our ancestors lived in tribes, usually Porno Tube
hovering around fifty members. Think of your close social circle: family members, good friends; people you can count on and interact with regularly. It always adds up to somewhere around that figure – usually less. In that era, if you ruin your reputation, you’re shamed, cast out, or your head gets bashed in with a fucking rock. As a male, you have a diminishing selection of viable mates. If a girl goes to her friends and spreads the word that you’re a loser and are unworthy to make fruit of the womb, your genetic line dies with you.
If you pursue a girl who has already been procured by another tribe member, grow some wings because you’re about to take a swan dive off the nearest cliff.
Evidently there are several simple fears that have been integrated into our systems through evolution. The base of all being: the fear of rejection. Nobody wants to tarnish the street cred that they have worked so long and hard to accrue. We all seek approval and we all get a hard on when someone gives us a pat on the back. There’s nothing more humiliating than the walk of shame after a cold, hasty dismissal.
Then there’s also the simple fear of failure. When I see a girl who fits the bill – style, smile, and buns I’d defile – my body prevents me from acting, in order to ensure the situation doesn’t have the opportunity to go awry. It’s the same involuntary fear that prevents us from chasing our deepest aspirations and dreams. If we fall short of them, what else is left?
Even with training, Approach Anxiety will never completely Adult Pornography
fade. It takes brass balls to flat out approach a girl and successfully acquire a follow-up or some digits. If he’s made the effort, and your pervert alarm isn’t sounding upstairs, reward him. He’s earned it.
Being a fairly self-proclaimed, considerate, modern chivalrist, I also take into account the female’s situation. In the slim chance that she may not find me attractive (intentional arrogance, ladies) I’m running the risk of putting her in an awkward situation: having to deal with my prompt disposal or endure the ensuing witty banter.
Due to the fact that the society we live in has done an exceedingly fantastic job of shaping our idea of beauty and it’s ease of access, many women are berated by any pompous gym rat or two-bit fleabag wielding a can of Axe body spray. As a result, you meticulously craft what some may call a “bitch shield”. It may be a subconscious retaliation via body language or intentional verbal blows designed to swiftly dismantle the ego.
Either way, there are some of us who understand the trials and tribulations that women face in the world today. But you can’t truly believe that soon enough prince charming is going to gallop along and be persistent enough to jump through your hoops and pine for the holy grail.
In case you missed Daniel Packard’s groundbreaking tour of ‘FlirtFest’ in Vancouver, B.C. – as I regrettably did – there was one key revolutionary concept to take home from the experience; something that could alter the delicate balance of energy in the cosmos and warp the fabric of time and space itself.
Here’s where Daniel flips the script. At the Flirt Fest events he’s hosting, the women initiate all conversation. HA-LE-LUJAH. What an earth-shattering notion. And the beauty of it all? Guys don’t have a “bitch shield”. In fact, if a girl initiates conversation with me, it makes my week. Perhaps in that divine moment you make eye contact you can see yourself sailing the vast sapphire expanses of the Indian Ocean with him – or he makes your hip lips shake and you just want to cuff him to your bedposts and throw down Big Willie style.
Regardless, if you see what you want, take it. Why should the onus fall always on the shoulders of the guy? If you don’t throw up on yourself mid-sentence, you have a near zero percent chance of rejection. Even if he’s taken, he will never let you down hard.
Which situation is more logical: you immensely flattering a guy and making a lasting impression, or him immensely annoying you and being dismissed instantly as just another delusional horn-dog after your tunnel of love? – it just makes sense.
Now get out there and feed the sheets!