When I first met my lady, I avoided eye contact, I took some space and sat away from her. I purposely concentrated on my smart phone giving her a dumb look. She gazed me like an electronic scanner and went away. She might have thought I hated her. But the lame truth was my shyness, not my attitude. The block between us was as big and solid as a boulder.
What next?
Excuses.
Excuses are really interesting techniques. Just a single sorry can break the ice. I was waiting right outside to make a subtle excuse. With baby steps, she came forward, slowly piercing through other distractions and diversions. Like a poor kid staring at the melting moment of the ice cream cone , I was dumb struck by her. Literally dumb struck. The same flush feeling crept again. Not a single word came out. Like a sound proof stupid, I was air locked. I became an excuse to be ignored by her.
How will I break the ice now?
Well, if you can’t break the ice, it’s time to drown it with some ethanol. with few shots of C2H5OH I lost all my inhibitions and stepped closer to make my first move. With more ethanol I lost my fear of failure. But, I couldn’t stop it, with more shots I lost my sense of direction and bumped into her. No more ice. No more block. She went to coma with a brain block.
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