I then turned to another friend and inquired about the same matter, looking for a better explanation. He gave me basically the same response about fearing rejection if jumping ahead when it’s not the “right time.” Now, as a girl, I’m all about those perfect moments: a kiss in the rain, saying I look good when I don’t feel my best, meeting the right guy at the perfect time, etc. However, I’m also a huge believer in not wasting time.
So here’s my advice to you guys: if you want to date her, if you want to make her more than a hookup, if she means something to you, do something about it. It doesn’t matter if it’s tomorrow, the day after, or months from now, if it feels right to you, then it probably feels right to her. If this is the case, it’s likely her answer won’t change too much.
I’m not saying that there aren’t ideal moments, but sitting around waiting for the “right time,” anticipating rejection or agreement just seems like waiting for the inevitable. You’re not only postponing your own future and wasting your own time, but you’re also wasting her time.
When you don’t make a move or hint at the desire to progress in a relationship, it sometimes translates into you seeming uninterested. If she wants to date you, but you’re too busy waiting for the “right time” to ask, she will likely become tired of waiting, feel discouraged by the lack of progression in the relationship and ultimately end up disinterested.
This turns into a lose-lose situation for both parties involved. There are easy signs to pick up on when trying to decipher whether or not a girl is just as interested in you as you are in her: read her tweets, talk to her friends if you really don’t know what she’s thinking, ask your friends to analyze your connection, hint at your desires in conversation, etc.
Stop anticipating the “right time.” Take a chance, grow some balls, and if you really like her, don’t let her go. Don’t be afraid to ask the risky questions, stop being afraid of her response and just go for it. Life is too short to wait around for the “right time.”"
Take a moment and think about your life. Think about your daily grind, your routine, the way you take the subway to work every morning.
Think about the hundreds of people you pass, brush shoulders with, even push past. Think about the way you interact with people. It’s weird to think, but you interact with hundreds of people on a daily basis and don’t even realize it.
These interactions are small moments — tiny, seemingly insignificant seconds of your life. They have no weight to them, no purpose, no real meaning, yet they have significant power. These small moments all add up to the bigger sum of your life, creating opportunities and experiences that are missed or abused by the hurried and impatient.
What if you took five minutes to slow down and appreciate the people and the interactions around you? Took a moment to notice the sorrow on one woman’s face, or the pain in that man’s eyes sitting next to you on the subway?
What could your tiny interaction mean to them? We spend our lives waiting for the next big event to happen in our lives, the next destination, usually unaware of the moments being created around us.
For one cab driver, his decision to take a moment to slow down changed everything for one woman. This is a story of patience and brotherhood; of mankind. It’s a story of small, random acts of kindness that have the power to affect people on a big scale.
A NYC Taxi driver wrote:
I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90′s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940′s movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.
There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and glassware.
‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.
She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’
‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive
‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly..
‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.
I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice..’The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.
‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.
We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.
Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired.Let’s go now’.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse.
‘Nothing,’ I said
‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.
‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.
‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’
I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..
I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.
But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
Anonymous said: you go to FIT right? how was the process of applying to it? cause im also looking forward to go there !
Yes I do. Some essays and SAT/ACT score submissions. Done. You need a portfolio if you’re applying to an art/design major.
Anonymous said: im curious but what's your job? because idk why but everything about you seems amazing!!
I just work at a retail store! and aw thank you!
Anonymous said: What is your occupation?
I’m a student and blogger! :)
Anonymous said: what do you do that you can afford all these nice and pretty clothes D';
I work haha
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