[X&Y] Can You Get Just ONE Woman To Like You?

Published: Thu, 05/23/24

Updated: Thu, 05/23/24


 
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IN THIS EDITION: Have you ever had even ONE
woman like you...ever?  If not, call me immediately
because we've got to change that ASAP. But if you
have--at any point in history, even just once--this
newsletter is for you...

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IF YOU CAN JUST GET ONE WOMAN TO LIKE YOU...


Let's get straight to the point.

If you can get ONE woman to like you, I can 100% assure you
there are others out there who will also.

And they're of equal quality, or even better.

Admittedly, that mindset involves getting outside your head and
thinking like a man who is in control of his own destiny instead of
one who is at the whim of whatever happens around him.

Back when I was in high school, I generally assumed (like most
guys my age, it turns out) that most of the girls couldn't possibly
like me.   

Then one day, this incredibly cute blondie named Cathy bounced
up to me at soccer practice.

I'd seen her in the hallways...and in my dreams at night.  And now
here she was, out of nowhere coming over to talk to ME.  

The fact that she was dressed in her field hockey outfit made
things all the more intense.  

For those of you not blessed to have gone to a school with either
field hockey or lacrosse teams for the girls, let's just say that
outfitting the right girl with a ponytail and a kilt in combination
with Adidas cleats trumps a cheerleader uniform almost every
time.

Cathy was one of the cutest girls my 17-year-old mind had ever
comprehended.  And to this day, she probably still doesn't know
that.

Why?

Well, as it turns out, Cathy didn't come talk to me about herself.
And in retrospect, how crazy of an expectation would that have
been of a 16-year-old girl anyway?

Instead, she looked at me with her big green eyes and pouty little
smile and said, "Um...excuse me, aren't you Scot?"

For starters, there was just something about how she sort of
called me "Scaw-at" instead of "Scot".  Don't they know how
cute that is?

With lightning speed and dexterity, I responded, "Last time I
checked" or, "Only if you bought me something really nice."

Nah, I'm just kidding.  Being that quick on my feet wouldn't
happen until years later.

Actually, it was more like, "Duh...ummm...ah...[voice cracking
and barely audible] yeah...I mean, um...YEAH."

Cathy smiled brightly, turned and gestured toward the field
hockey practice field about a hundred yards away, as if such
an ever-present distraction needed pointing out.

"Oh good!  Do you know who my friend Christa is?"

Scrambling, I feigned ignorance (the default mode of one with
zero game, by the way), and stumbled over the words, "Uhhh...
I'm not sure.  Maybe not."

I lied.  

Christa was Cathy's friend.  She was basically the brown-haired
version of her, only with big, bright blue eyes instead of green
ones.  

Had I been more creative than most 17-year-old boys back in
1983 I may have dreamed of both Cathy AND Christa at night.
Instead, they had to take turns.

"Well, she kinda likes you.  Omigod, she'd like KILL me if she
knew I was telling you this--but I think you should talk to her.
Maybe ask her out?  OK...bye!"

She gave me that little wave with the middle two fingers that
girls her age do, then skipped back over to field hockey practice.

Still processing what had just happened, it never occurred to me
how silly it was that Christa would be unaware that her BFF was
100 yards away talking to me, and how therefore she must have
been directly behind putting Cathy up to it.

So instead, what did I do?

I waited a full two weeks before getting the nerve to approach
Christa, somehow rationalizing and over-analyzing the open
invitation I'd been given.

TWO HONKIN' WEEKS, dude.

But when I DID finally meet her, and suggested we hang out
sometime, she giggled and said, "Okay, sure!  I was wondering
when you were ever going to talk to me...I thought maybe you
didn't like me."

I'm telling you...even from an early age, female human beings
want us as guys to take the lead.

So Christa became my steady girlfriend almost immediately.

Having somehow "lucked" into my situation, so I reasoned, I
wasn't ABOUT to let that little chick go.

Soon I obsessed over her, ultimately to the point where she
called me one night after about five months of all this and told
me, "Um...I think we should break up.  But we can still be
friends."

We've been over the "Just Be Friends" talk and how "oneitis"
causes it.  There's no need to reiterate that.

Instead, here's the real point in this context:  I had automatically
assumed that only pure luck had caused Christa to like me.  

Since it apparently had nothing to do with any REAL reason
why a girl would be attracted to me, it followed logically in my
mind that this was an isolated instance that I'd better milk for
all it was worth.

So when she liked me, I grabbed hold and wouldn't let go.

And when she ditched me, I was a babbling mess in need of
psychiatric help.

But here's the truly weird part.

A couple of days later, I called a girl from another nearby high
school who I had met on a weekend trip a few months prior.  

She had given me her number (probably because she actually
liked me).  Now that Christa had bailed, I used it.

Interestingly, she was another little blondie with green eyes,
like Christa's friend Cathy, only she was named Stacey.  

And go figure...Stacey was at least as cute as either Christa
or Cathy.

And what do you know?  She said "YES" enthusiastically
when I suggested we should hang out sometime.

I felt flat-out stupid for having thought Christa was my only
option.

And let me tell you, stupidity morphed into flat-out nausea
when I read what some of the girls wrote in my yearbook after
graduation that year.  

Clearly, I had squandered a multitude of opportunities with very
cute girls all throughout high school.

One of these days I should take digital photos of pages from
my senior yearbook, post them on Facebook and let you guys
throw rotten veggies at me and laugh your collective butts off.

You'd see what I'm talking about plain as day.  That's how
blatantly dumb I'd been.

Why did I let that happen?

It was all because I didn't think any of them could possibly
REALLY like me.

But all the while the truth had been that Christa wasn't a fluke.

She was a perfectly rational girl, able to decide for herself what
guy she likes and why. 

In fact, it's safe to assume that ALL women are...no matter
whether they're 16 or 116, or anywhere in between.  (Well,
116 is pushing it...but you get my point.)

Gentlemen, here it is:  If ONE woman likes you, there ARE
OTHERS out there who will also.

Bet on it.

Roll the dice and bet BIG on it.

"Luck" has nothing to do with it.  

If you are attractive to the FIRST woman who comes along,
there WILL be a SECOND.  

And a THIRD.

And a FOURTH.

I already hear some of the excuses you might have.

Save them.

I realize not EVERY woman is going to like you.  That's not
an excuse, that's human nature.

Check it out, at least one of my friends back in high school was
quick to tell me, "Dude, Christa's not all THAT, man."

His girlfriend was a completely different kind of girl, so it was
all good.  To each his own.

But Christa didn't really care what he thought, as far as I could
tell.  And neither did I.

And nor should you care what those who AREN'T attracted to
you think.

The point remains:  If ONE woman likes you, OTHERS will too.  

In fact, they probably already do.

If you've had at least one woman show interest in you recently,
you're only cheating yourself if you think that was some sort of a
"freak accident".

And hey, looking back, I don't care if the last time a woman liked
you was a long time ago.

All that means is that YOU HAVE IT IN YOU.

You just have to put aside what's happened recently and go
back and GET what's rightfully yours.

Maybe you are even brash enough to think that NO woman has
EVER liked you.

If that's the case, you've either been blind to how women indicate
their subtle interest in you, or you've completely neglected your
social skills and or personal hygiene.  And that, my friend, isn't
any woman's fault.

My point is that no matter what, you should have at one point or
another experienced at least ONE woman having shown interest in
you.

And that means that you should understand yourself as being
INTERESTING to OTHER WOMEN out there also.
 

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