I asked girls out on dates exactly twice, and both of those times were on the same day in middle school. A friend and I were just messing around and daring each other to go up to girls and tell them they look beautiful and ask if they wanted to go out on a date. Of the two I asked, I can only remember one—a feeble, nervous girl with glasses, I believe. My memory fails me in remembering exactly how the interaction went, but I remember that she looked at me with a really surprised expression, and I was surprisingly confident in my approach. It was awkward, sure, but it was thrilling in a particular way—as if I was a predator closing in on some small lamb.
Yeah, she rejected me, and I told her to kill herself or something—I honestly forgot. Never asked out another girl again because I went to online school soon there after and never got the chance. By the time I was even in a position to maybe reconsider it, I realized just how brutal my height was after facing the jeers of various girls. Nowadays, I'm more laid-back about it simply because I hate foids so much that I often find myself more concerned with thinking of their head splattered across the floor—which ironically has me act fully confident around the harlots.
I would make a post about that, but I don't think anyone would bother reading about my autistic rambling...
Regardless, this is all to say that I can't help but wonder what the hell PUA artists are doing sometimes. It's honestly rather humorous watching them occasionally—I like thinking of all the incels in denial who are making fools of themselves.