Masch (and the rest of you lurkers),
No matter what anyone ever tells you, remember this, and remember you read it here first…ready…men, all men, me included, are completely f’ing clueless when it comes to initiating contact with an attractive female. Now before you go dimissing me as some giant “fail,” consider that I am one of the lucky few on this planet who has met, married, and gets to see nekked on a regular basis, a woman who is clearly out of his league.
All that despite my best attempts at screwing it up at jump street. The history is long, sorted, and boring, so I will spare you all the mundane details. Just know that I speak (or write) from an informed perspective.
So, what is the utility of this information, or the morale of this story if you will…be slightly more obvious than you think you should be. I know, this borders on “honesty,” the death knell of early courtship, but sometimes it can be useful. It doesn’t have to be overt, and it should never be trashy, unless the proverbial hook-up is all you’re after. Assuming this is not the case, let him catch you “looking” just a second too long, or ask him for help or input in some workout related function.
This will work wonders for his man-courage, giving him permission in a sense to talk to you without the nearly paralyzing fear of rejection, in a gym, with spectators.
Remember, in nature you are the selector. We (men) are just groping around in the dark waiting for a brick wall to fall on our heads. Yours is a dangerous game of double-dutch. If your instincts are on and he is interested in you at all, he makes a move and everybody wins (assuming he has the personality to go with the aesthetics). If not, his inaction will tell you what you wanted to know without the awkwardness of a failed approach.
