Being anxious all the time, he wasn’t accustomed to visits to crowded areas alone. His fear and the lack of confidence can be held accountable for that behavior.

The bus reaches the area but he he didn’t know where to alight and so travelled for two more stops before he realizes he needs to backtrack. Thirty minutes later, he then makes it to a Burger King to start his warm-ups.

Two girls who was having a fairly good ongoing conversation, was disrupted, by that teenager who doesn’t really know what he’s doing. Genuinely asking the two girls for recommendations to good hangouts got sincere response from them. Acting like a tourist surely did not help his cause for making acquaintances with them. Requesting to spend more time with them got him a negative response so he moved on.

The pubs were off-limits to him as he hasn’t yet reached the legal-age limit. Off to Starbucks he went, hoping he might actually make some new friends there.

The familiar smell of coffee calmed his nerves as he looks for a seat. Crowded as usual, he wasn’t afraid of trying out a routine that could be used at a time like this. According to the Internet, its not that hard trying to make friends with a group of 2 babes and a stud. Even if the stud is a dick, it won’t really matter at all.

Confidently laying out his charm on the table, unfortunately, wasn’t met with the responses he was waiting for. He tries to salvage the situation by doing the tourist routine. In his case, the dumb tourist routine. The stupid tourist who expresses his disdain through the use of the word ‘sucks’ to describe the country he is ‘visiting’.

The table turned cold and the stud wasn’t gonna have anymore of the stupid tourist who was intruding on his evening night out. He gave our protagonist five seconds to leave the table. Not being much of a fighter, he has no choice but to leave that table. Or risks getting his ass handed to him in front of everyone.

Not discouraged by the previous incident, he quickly spots another table with 2 gals which appears to be studying. Impervious to the thought of respecting other people’s spaces, he explained to the duo about him being a tourist. Despite the air of awkwardness at that table, he held and controlled the conversation trying really hard not to let it go. Convinced that it was time to whip out the camera-routine, he took out the hardware and asks if any of them would be interested in taking a photo. As hard as he tried, none of them wanted their photo taken. The silent treatment followed and taking that as a hint, he moved out ofthe balcony area, went into the indoor seating and out of Starbucks.

Consoling himself on the way to the bus stop, he forces himself to believe that the night wasn’t a waste of time. He was glad he actually went ‘out there’. His mind keeps playing flashes of the stud he encountered, who asked him to leave in five seconds. That bothered him as he always felt weak and un-alpha-like among guys. He hated the fact that he is afraid to fight. That kept him wondering even more. Would a girl actually give someone like a second look with the knowledge that he can’t protect them?

Only time will tell, he whispered to himself while boarding the bus to get home.

To some, love comes easy but to the rest, it’s something elusive.

A teenager who has never, ever had a single girlfriend throughout his entire life dreams of finding the perfect one. He rarely has any success with the opposite man. He knows he’s really not a ladies-man but keeps telling himself otherwise. Who know what that will do to his confidence which is why he is persistent.

You know that he’s getting a bit desperate when he’s taking advice from strangers he has never met and never will and using it on girls that crosses his path. What choice does he have? He’s an anxious man, who thinks he’s a bit higher on the IQ scale than the rest of the population. Surely an intelligent man can figure out a way to pull this off.

Hours spent in front of his computer, weeding out insane advice and keeping the ones which makes sense and have a chance of actually working. Visualizing day by day, for situations where he could whip out that smooth routine and sweep the girl off her feet.

Failure after failure until he starts to think that maybe it’s just him. Not the routines, not the ladies, but him. He’s the one with the problem. Is it his teeth? Does the ladies see him as scrawny? Or is it because, girls can smell his bullshit not from the words that he spoke but through his actions which gives him away as an anxious man. Not having the dough to afford a car and not adventurous enough to tempt the ladies to take a chance on this bad boy. Life pretty much sucked for him. Plagued by depression and the constant fear of being left alone drove out the only part which people liked about him. His sincerity.

But that’s just wishful thinking. It’s hard enough to make it work with someone you already know. It’s even harder to cross your comfort zone and letting yourself out there. You’ll never know what to expect. Strangers are strange most of the time.

Fantasies are what we live for. Some call it dreams to dignify and justify for acting the way they do in order to live it. A Lamborghini to some people are a fantasy which exists only in their minds but why is that, for some reason unknown to us, is it called a dream as well?

We could argue that fantasy exists in the same realm of unicorns, fairies and elves. How then does it differ from curvaceous sports-cars, playboy bunnies and unlimited power? Do we relegate unicorns and the rest of the animal kingdom that are made up to fantasy just because they do not exists? At one point or another, every man wishes they fast-cars, beautiful women and money. We would go further and fantasize about them even when we’re in bed or at work. Even while making love to a woman to  whom we’ve exchanged vows with.

The fact of the matter is, most people try their whole life, for their dreams. Not achieving them when their time is up, turns their dreams into fantasies the same way they leave their loved ones. Such is the painful truth of life. How would you live your days if you know that none of the dreams you have will never come true. Would that change the way you face the day? Most importantly, have your dreams turned into fantasy then? Just like unicorns and elves that will never come into existence, so are your dreams. Is that fantasy then?