Nothing to it; tell yourself a thousand times over: There’s nothing to it. You walk through the smoke-filled urban yuppie jungle to arrive at her doorstep. She’s turned away, watching him line up his cue stick. You take it as a moment of weakness and become a predator.
The act itself is not exactly nice and proper. Not very gentlemanly, if you will, but you do it anyway because there’s always that chance that you and her fit the equation to the exact node. Eons of academic research will go awry at that split second when your eyes meet. Et cetera, et cetera. You know the deal.
Walk up behind her and lay down the bait. You have to believe one simple rule: You have the power to make anything happen. A tap on the shoulder makes her attempt to turn around, but your lips are near her ears. She stops dead in her tracks and your verbal chemistry goes in full effect.
“No introductions necessary. You don’t even need to turn around. We’re young, and we have a lifetime ahead of us, but if we don’t take chances now, we’ll never take chances. Regret is not part of my life’s agenda, and I hope it’s not on yours either.”
You walk away, back towards your friends. You notice her raise her head, slowly, with a completely awkward look on her face. You give a slight glimpse, and she eeks out a smile. All is well.
“No, I’m not. I swear, I was so close to kicking you in the nuts. I was like, ‘What the fuck is this kid doing?'”
I laughed. It was a week or so after that night. After much deliberation (I presume), she had gotten her friend to come up to me and give me her number. It worked very nonchalantly, and a chapter was written.
“You know what’s funny?”
“I coached myself for an hour before I said what I said to you that night. I think I did everything short of trying it out on someone else. I’m laughing about it now, but I think I almost shit my pants. I guess the funny part is that it takes so much for us to actually convince our own selves of what we believe in. It’s okay though. We’re here together now. These moments in the present matter more than spilled seconds in the past.”