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Go get your hair cut somewhere trendy. You'll almost certainly be cut by the sort of person who makes you get a red face. Have a couple of cool stories to tell which you know are cool (or borrow some dhv from here). You will look in the mirror when you talk to them too so it's almost like looking into a tv which makes it easier. Go back every 6 or so weeks to get a new cutie and develop your conversation skills.
FWIW, I was in the same position until age 19. I initially solved it by getting pissed!
PS. I know book reading is easier than manning up and doing something real, but you should also consider a pua idea that 10% of what we do should be read, 90% real.
thank you for ur advice.
looks like i need a complete makeover
i don't understand what u meant by mirror though. do u mean like looking at them, imagining u are looking at a mirror??
what did u do to overcome that red face issue when u are 19 excatly? if u don't mind me asking. is it the change of thoughts or what?
Ha!
Quick tip; if you don't have a particular style that you know is fashionable, just ask the hairdresser to come up with something stylish that meets various criteria (won't get me kicked out of school/looks cool/etc). This is your first conversation topic with them.
When you get a hair cut, you will be facing a mirror and the person cutting will stand behind you. You won't look directly at them; you look at their reflection. I think this might make conversation slightly easier.
I've always been good at talking to strangers other than some AMOGs and girls I found attractive. You know the guy who is charming to the older lady, is memorable for all the right reasons to the older man, can keep pace with a bloke and is great with kids? I could do all of that, but the moment any girl approached, I could only handle it like that dude from Big Bang Theory.
Up until very nearly 19, I lived in a boys boarding house. I was continuously AMOGed. I was publicly tooled in front of every girl. Tooling me was made ever easier when I ended up doing the sort of thing you see in those comedies where someone does something majorly stupid and everyone laughs at him. I'm still affected by that last part 10 years later btw. All that I learnt socially from this time was to take HUGE amounts of abuse without showing any effect (/I'll have a major break down when it all comes to the surface).
What changed? I went to uni. I could start again. I lived with girls.
With hindsight, living with girls was key because I got to have them as friends. They invited me on nights out when the whole house went. All the AMOGs who wanted to get with any of these girls had to win the group over. Now, I was in the cool group. People had to pay respect to me as entry.
When they wanted to talk, I was happy to listen.
I won the blokes over too. Everyone started in that slightly shy position as no one knew anyone else.
I was at this stage able to talk to these girls like they were just other blokey friends. How hot they were didn't matter. One of my housemates was an underwear model. She played beach volleyball as a pro. Her girlfriend looked like Angelina Jolie. She behaved no differently towards me than the ugly friends.
They were now no longer on some plinth. I'd mock them. If they did something stupid, I would direct attention at them for doing it (if someone tells you something stupid they did, it's for attention).
You need to break your current routines to actually meet hot girls away from your usual haunts. If you're away from your usual places, no one will know you so you can re-invent yourself.