I had a girl in my apartment last month.

I ran a good game, had her practically melting in my arms. She’d initiate touch, trying to tickle me, locking fingers with me, putting my arm around her shoulders and snuggling up to my chest. Lovely girl, dark hair, grey eyes, easy 9. Right there, exactly where any guy could’ve wanted her to be.

I hugged her on the way to the door, kissed her before she got in her car, and then went about the rest of the night happy with myself. But with time, she stopped flirting and texting and smiling at me. She started leaving me on read. And I wasn’t happy with myself anymore. I’d missed my opportunity.

Why didn’t I do it when I had the chance? That night, when she was practically begging me to fuck her?

Because I was afraid.

What was I afraid of?

I was afraid of her rejecting me.

I was afraid she wouldn’t want me to.

In my heart of hearts, I knew all along that I could have had sex with her, but I wasn’t willing to take the risk, however small it was, and risk my pride, risk failure.

Even though I was 90% sure she wanted it, I was 10% sure she didn’t, and because I didn’t accept the odds, I froze.

Now I spend every day kicking myself.

Rejection is so much better than regret. Anything is better than regret.

Take a gamble now and then. Weigh the odds, but don’t dwell on them. You have good instincts and a lot of brain power. Use your mind to determine a good decision, and then commit to it.

But don’t be me. Forcing yourself to sit awake at night hating yourself because you couldn’t do what could’ve so easily been done.

Just a little reminder of the visceral sting of regret. Trust me. I’d rather be rejected a million times over than have to deal with another instance of regret, like a little ghost, haunting me ever after.

Sure. There will be more opportunities, but this post isn’t about the importance of abundance. That’s a given. However, options mean nothing if you won’t risk being rejected by them. I need to drive this point home for the individuals who think too much.

Think quicker. Then stop thinking. Step out. Move forward. Or you’ll be beating your meat with tears in your eyes every night while the dumb guys who happened to have bigger balls than you get laid in the next room.

He who hesitates, masturbates. Remember that.