Everybody else can ignore this little story about myself except the two guys here. It is not really relevant.
HAHa man, I know too well how you feel on the word REJECTION. Oh man few things hurts your pride, dignity and self esteem more then that evil word. I had low self esteem for as long as I could remember because I was made fun of all the time since elementary school about everything to my name, how ugly I was, my race, etc. Especially during high school I was quite quite depressed and didn't have a care in the world, didn't even know how to by shoes because I never bothered with fashion or anything because I assumed nobody would like me nor care about me in that way. Then senior year high school, I realized how much time and life I've wasted being like that, and at my 18th birthday I decided to start trying to change myself. I got my ear pierced (which my parents weren't happy about, haha my mom screamed and called me gay), got some brand name clothes, actually have a hair cut (I used to be mostly shaved during a lot of high school) and decided to try my new style out. A lot of the people I knew in high school were shocked at my change, and I liked it. So I decided to put my looks to the ultimate test, my first clubbing experience. Uuh yea everybody reading this is probably expecting some sort of a struggle/rising kind of story, uuh no that didn't happen. 7 rejections from the girls I asked to dance that night, the last one of which tells me that she is lesbian so she can't dance (after which I saw her dancing with some guy). Yea OUCH big time. Haha for some time I would not let the rejections go and blurted to the world how I must be that blasted ugly, and how racist these white girls are. It stung man, oof, I mean you think a guy should get a break after high school depression and a huge attempt to change himself. With all that and past experiences, that was almost 2 years ago and I still have trouble with self esteem now and then. But anyway, so after graduation, I slowly changed more and more of myself physically and socially, and then I got hit on for the first time (that I know of, on the last day of school. Yea, I definitely didn't know how to accept that so I just gave a sheepish smile and said thank you. Then I got hit on more and more, and I started college orientation with a bang. On those few days, I decided not to think about my fears, and only what mattered, which was to prove to myself that I can be social and not to start college like I did high school. I met more people in orientation alone then I did in my high school for all 4 years. I created a little ring of people following my original posse haha. I had a number of girls that had crushes on me during first year, most of which I was oblivious too, 2 gay guys that hit on me (that is a diff story lol oh man). So, your probably snoring by now from reading all this junk, but I just thought it might make yourself feel more confident seeing somebody who was worst off from just fear of women.
To summarize, I knew I had social issues, as do you with your fear of trying to talk to her and get rejected. But I had to keep trying, I had to know whether or not I was worthy, whether I can do it. Rejection, despite the prick of pain it might bring, is just telling you to move on to the next, so that you don't waste so much time. If you don't ask her now, you are going to linger and ponder that question for how much longer? Wasting all that time, and never knowing because you were too cowardly. If you ask her now, hear her say no, take the pain, then take however long to heal, and move on to the next, its better then not knowing at all and just being a dreamer. If she says yes, then your efforts were worth it and you will be happy that you had asked. This happens often and I can imagine it sucks, where a guy liked a girl, too scared to ask her, moved on with their lives, met one day randomly and talked about it and told her that he liked her waay back, and then finding out she liked him too.
It has been said that Thomas Edison has failed ten thousand times before bringing his inventions such as the light bulb into fruition. Where would we be if he had decided to let those rejections get in the way and quit? In the darkness pondering what should have been done.
