It’s Friday night. You’re a bit tired from the week’s work. You think to yourself, “I really should go out tonight and meet people.
Are you the lurker? Are you that guy who goes out to a bar on Friday and Saturday nights, takes a position somewhere in the bar (maybe standing at the bar or standing at the corner of the bar), and you basically lurk all evening long?
You stand there and spend your entire night just lurking. You don’t really talk to anybody. You never look like you are having much fun……..
The other night I had this dream that I got fat. Never in my entire life have I ever been heavy, due to some combination of working out all the time and good old-fashioned naturally high metabolism.
So right after I had this dream, I got my ass to a spin class (because through watching Lost I see that you can end up living in your dreams). After traveling to the land of the heavy, I know I prefer to stay thin so I took a spin class with my girlfriend.
Men, here is the greatest exercise you can possibly do: go to a chick flick on a Saturday night and sit behind three women.
Don’t watch the movie; just listen to the movie and watch them.
When the leading character fucks up – because that’s what we do, we don’t say what we should have, and we fuck up. It’s the Hugh Grant moment where he realizes, why didn’t I tell her that I loved her at that moment? He’s just sitting there with his friends at a pub, and he realizes it.
And then he sees her out, and he still can’t tell her. When he finally goes and does it, watch the women’s reaction. Forget about watching the actors on screen; watch the reactions of the women in front of you.