For most of my life, all of my attempts at flirting involved me talking about how much I hated myself, or how terrible I thought I was. In my mind, this was a good plan because it showed… something. I don’t know. It was never a good plan and looking back on it now, I don’t know how I could possibly think it was a good plan.
As a result of me making countless attempts with this very bad plan, I have to assume that now there are dozens of women out there who all have a story about this weirdo with the worst possible game. I don’t mind being the subject of these stories, really. It is what I deserve.
So if you want to hear about my most embarrassing story, ask one of them. If you want to hear other people’s, read on.