suppose it may seem, from some of my past entries, that I am quite the
ladies man. That I have these women, both available and/or taken,
wanting a chance to experience The Jak.
why does Jak gets all the ladies?” a friend recently asked. To be
honest, I wasn’t sure if I should take it as a compliment... or insult.
It was humorous, nonetheless! I assured them it was nothing more than
friend likes to call me the Ladykiller. Sounds pretty creepy and
serial-killerish. I always have a “story” to tell, and while true, I
feel a false impression is made. They apparently believe that women
adore me, or some crazy shit like that.
After all the “fluff” shouldn’t I feel pretty badass? Perhaps I really am some lady-magnet?
assure you this isn’t the case. No where close. In fact, I am very much
- what I like to call - an acquired taste. I am not exceptionally
handsome, out of shape, lack strong financial backing, and am pretty awkward in most
social situations. My humor definitely sounds a lot funnier in my head,
compared to when spoken. All that and a cup of tea. Except that tea
isn’t for everyone.
So what attracts some women to take a sip?
would like to think deep within I am a bundle of awesome. I have some
fucked up quirks, and may be a little OCD. Awkward, possibly a bit too
passionate about some geekery things, and a touch of random. Okay, who
am I kidding... a lot
of random. At the core, though, exists this pulsing, positive source of
awesome. Love. While, I may not always be utilizing it, it is always
there; allowing access whenever the inner-self critic isn’t blocking it
throughout my life, that shadow has been cast over it more often than
not. This naturally causes self-love, and confidence, to waver quite
those rare occasions that someone does become interested in me, there
awaits another problem. I am pretty much clueless to the fact if someone
has any romantic feelings for me.
am a people watcher. I used to partake in it all the time, and still do
on occasion; especially when at my Thursday night hangouts. If feeling
silly, I may do voiceovers for them; maybe try to guess what they are
like or what their lives may entail. Whether out and observing strangers
or friends, I feel I get a good sense of their connections. Body
language being a huge indicator. You can usually tell if a woman has no
interest whatsoever in the man attempting to pick her up.They look
around a lot. Forced smiling. Sometimes they are leaned back or away
from the individual, and fidgety.
A swift slap or beverage splashing is a scenario I’ve yet to see, but I know I would enjoy it intensely.
think I am a pretty good in intuitively knowing when someone is digging
another too. I have to admit, though, commentary is way better on those
awkward encounters you witness. One issue with knowing if someone is
interested in another is all the mixed signals. Flirting is a big
culprit. Some men and women just like to flirt, love attention, and have
no real romantic interest in who they are engaged with. It’s almost
like a game for them.
has played a large part in my avoidance of “making a move” and taking a
chance with a handful of women in my past (and present). Those
flirtations can, and are, done between both romantic partners, possible
romantic interests, friends, or strangers. I am usually able to discern
them when observing others. When it comes to myself, though, I am
The Proof is in the Pudding
high school I had a crush on someone. Didn’t we all? We had became
friends and spent a good amount of time together; spent even more time
talking on the phone until the wee hours of the night. We clicked fairly
well, enough to justify exploring more definitely. What eventually
happened was me suggesting her dating various friends of mine. That
seems pretty logical right?
after one of these relationships just didn’t work out, her and I had a
talk. She explained the reasons why, and we discussed a variety of
things as we always did. Suddenly the urge to man up, and let my balls
drop occurred. Now, it has been so long I can’t remember exactly what
was said, except the very last statement and the eventual outcome.
“What would you say if I asked you out?” I asked shyly.
“Yes.” was the almost immediate reply.
pause... was I thinking? Was I about to take the risk of asking her
out? Wait, what risk? She had said yes already! Nope... I was just
verifying my balls had retracted.
“Cool...” I returned.
then said our standard cordial goodnights and were on our merry. We
still hung out a lot and talked, but never was the discussion or topic
brought up again.
This is, in turn, also an example of the confidence issue of course.
all may be pleased (uh... those bothering to read) to know that I did
eventually “man up” and made the decision to ask her out shortly after
she broke up with a newer boyfriend. That boyfriend choice confused me, I
remember, but hey... Who was I to judge?
I was on the way to take the chance; it is fair to say there was
legitimately more risk after time had passed, since my last smooth
performance. I had a wingman even, of sorts, who I had explained it all
to. So we had our pep talks and encouragement going, you know... the
Ball Droppin’ mantra. Ok, that isn’t a real thing.
we arrive at the party, where I was to make the play, and was psyching
myself up. I then ran into someone I would have called more an
acquaintance than a friend, at the time, being I didn’t know them very
well. He seemed, and I had heard he was, a decent fellow. We talked a
bit, and I wasn’t sure what to say considering I didn’t know much about
him; just randomness from friends and family, nothing in depth.
was here that he revealed to my friend and I that he planned to ask
someone out. Who was that someone? The same nameless someone I was
working up the courage to ask out.
I am Jak’s deflated sense of hope.
So I did what anyone would do... I cited the choice as being good, talked her up some, and encouraged him to go for it.
Then I went on my merry.
is one of those things in life that just seems to happen for a reason;
if not everything. The two of them hit it off and over time got married,
had children, and are still together to this day; very happily from
what I gather. I am extremely happy for them and, when I think of it,
send out love in their general direction. I miss the friendship that
eventually drifted over time, but that is how those things work
So there is at least a happy ending to this story.
How Can You Eat Your Pudding...
my first serious relationship... well, that was interesting. An online
thing. Go figure. I will spare a lot of the details leading up to
meeting and such. Basically we ended up dating, and would meet once in
awhile, when able. I lived up north in the stix, her down in the cities.
During one of my first visits to her house, on the way out the door at
the end of the evening, there was a conversation that went something
“I had a great time with you tonight,” I said.
“Me too, it was a lot of fun.”
“Do you think you would mind if I kissed you?” I asked.
“No, I want you to.”
after a few moments of me standing there like an idiot she took the
initiative and kissed me. Halle-fucken-lujah! Thank god some women can
take charge or I would have never gotten anywhere in the dating world
for a good portion of my life.
sure, I was shy, and some may even view this situation as cute. What
sucks is I know that, even though the girl and I were dating and said
she wanted me to kiss her, I felt like maybe she wasn’t genuinely
No reason to go into the mess that ensued after that point. Needless to say, it didn’t work out in the end.
...Where’s the Beef?
most of my life, there are similar instances like the above. These give
a lot of evidence to just how lacking my self-confidence was.
is when I can’t even tell a girl is interested in me to even allow my
self-confidence to fail. I’ve gotten a lot better about knowing, so I am
not a complete putz anymore. A lot of times close proximity and
touching (non-sexual...) is a good indicator. Uh, okay, sexual touching
is likely a good indicator too. I also no longer question if someone
directly states they are okay with/want something or state they have
romantic interests in me. As long as it is direct and not hinted at.
Hinting just leaves me wandering aimlessly in the dark.
of having a better grasp on attraction and the signs, though, I still
run into problems. I am not sure how to become better receptive of
positive romantic attraction offered in my direction. All I know is I
have likely missed out on a lot of opportunities, that I was mutually
interested in, due to failure in correctly picking up on the signs
my current semi-reclusive lifestyle and solo job, the opportunities to
run into those chances have decreased exponentially. Outside of the
whole internet dating that is. It would be nice to just meet someone
while randomly out some evening, now that I am attempting to be a lot
For now, I will just go on as I have; eventually I should be able to get a clue, right?
One can only hope. Sweet Mother Mary Jesus nuts, one can only hope.