Hello, I Love You, Won’t You Tell Me Your Name?

Hello, I Love You, Won’t You Tell Me Your Name?

When you have the sexual charisma of Jim Morrison, you can do a lot of things. You can front a band like ‘The Doors’. You can go through your life without wearing a shirt. You can proclaim yourself the “King of Orgasmic Rock” and not have any naysayers. Also, you can go up to women and say something like, “Hello, I love you, won’t you tell me your name?” and they’ll just throw themselves at him.

For the rest of us mere mortals, that doesn’t really work for us. It’s nice to believe that somehow, someday, you will run into your soulmate by circumstance, but I think it’s still highly improbable. At the end of the day, we, speaking as a male, will most likely have to approach a girl. I think it’d be fantastic if more women approached men, but in my experience, that just isn’t happening. Approaching women, for me at least, has always been a bit of an uncomfortable proposition. There’s really no clear way to navigate it, and no surefire way to have a solution for it. You have to find the sweet spot between being too passive and being a creep who won’t take no for an answer. I think that anyone who thinks that he has it down to a science is completely full of it, and is most likely near the “being a creep” side of the spectrum. However, sounding a bit hypocritical, I do think that there are a general set of guidelines that you definitely help you out.

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