I’ve heard every beta male excuse for sexual market inaction under the sun.
“She wasn’t looking at me.”
“She seemed like she didn’t want anyone talking to her.”
“I wasn’t feeling the vibe.”
“Too loud.”
“Too quiet.”
“Too crowded.”
“Too empty.”
“Too public.”
“Too private.”
“I might startle her and freak her out.”
“I can’t get to her without making it too obvious.”
“She probably has a boyfriend.”
“I need another drink first.”
“She’s out of my league.”
“You can’t just WALK UP to girls on the sidewalk!”
“This isn’t the place to hit on girls.”
“People are watching.”
“I’m dressed like a slob/I smell/I feel out of sorts/My hair is a mess today.”
“She’s talking to a bunch of people. I’ll wait till they leave her.”
“I forgot my opener.”
“My ass-less chaps are wrinkled.”
“I forgot to wear my Power Fedora.” (ed: this one’s not a joke, i…
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