A recent tongue-in-cheek comment to Krazie243 (that he shouldn't talk about self-loving on a first date) got me thinking: What is some good advice on how to talk to girls.
I had no idea at all until I was in my 30s. Then I figured out that if you couldn't talk to girls you had to get the girls talking to you. So what are girls interested in? Clothes, accessories, travel, chick flicks, and so on. I figured out that bringing up "travel" was the only option that didn't make you look gay (not that there is anything wrong with that... unless you are trying to make an impression on a girl and have her see you as a potential boyfriend). So it was just "hi, what's your name, where do you live...... do you like travel/ where have you travelled to/ where would you like to travel to?". Aussie girls are always interested in travel for some reason. So you get them started, then just throw in the odd "hmmm" or "wow" and try to appear interested. It got so that my NT friends were asking for advice on talking to girls.
I am 45 years old and for most of my life girls/women have been mysterious and terrifying.
In fact I spent most of my life avoiding them as much as possible, through fear more than anything else. Girls that were interested in me... well I always imagined something wrong with them, not least of which was the fact that they were interested in me. Girls that I was interested in... well, subconsciously I only allowed myself to become infatuated with girls that I believed were unreachable, way out of my league.
So who among us guys is or was terrified of women? Have you managed to overcome that, are you still working on it, or have you simply given up?
I am resisting the urge to turn this opening post into a huge blog on my experiences. If the thread takes off I can relate my thoughts and experiences a bit later on.
I'll leave you with some lines from "The Love Song Of J Alfred Prufrock", something that many of us should be able to relate to:
I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I had no idea at all until I was in my 30s. Then I figured out that if you couldn't talk to girls you had to get the girls talking to you. So what are girls interested in? Clothes, accessories, travel, chick flicks, and so on. I figured out that bringing up "travel" was the only option that didn't make you look gay (not that there is anything wrong with that... unless you are trying to make an impression on a girl and have her see you as a potential boyfriend). So it was just "hi, what's your name, where do you live...... do you like travel/ where have you travelled to/ where would you like to travel to?". Aussie girls are always interested in travel for some reason. So you get them started, then just throw in the odd "hmmm" or "wow" and try to appear interested. It got so that my NT friends were asking for advice on talking to girls.
I am 45 years old and for most of my life girls/women have been mysterious and terrifying.
In fact I spent most of my life avoiding them as much as possible, through fear more than anything else. Girls that were interested in me... well I always imagined something wrong with them, not least of which was the fact that they were interested in me. Girls that I was interested in... well, subconsciously I only allowed myself to become infatuated with girls that I believed were unreachable, way out of my league.
So who among us guys is or was terrified of women? Have you managed to overcome that, are you still working on it, or have you simply given up?
I am resisting the urge to turn this opening post into a huge blog on my experiences. If the thread takes off I can relate my thoughts and experiences a bit later on.
I'll leave you with some lines from "The Love Song Of J Alfred Prufrock", something that many of us should be able to relate to:
I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.