Why “The Approach” Is The Hardest Thing Any Adult Has To Learn How to Do

Definitely should have won an Emmy

Last Friday, I attended a quite extravagant (well, extravagant compared to what I’m used to) birthday party for my homegirl. Unlimited bottles of Rose. VIP treatment at two nightclubs. Glossy drunk chicks in tiny dresses. Multi-layered birthday cakes made by Arabian virgins (Biting that cake made me feel like I was eating a slice of Heaven. Seriously, that cake is the reason why Al-Qaeda hates America). If you would have added Big Gay Al Reynolds and a gaggle of uncouth to the mix, it could have been a deleted extra from Basketball Wives.

Anyway, towards the middle of this debaucherific night, one of my homegirls (“Tara”) inches up to me and says “Hey, Champ. I think my friend in the black dress is feeling you.

Now, she was obviously talking about Lady Champ, who was chatting it up on a couch nearby with three other ladies. I played along.

Word? She’s hot. Does she have a man?”

“I don’t think so. You should go talk to her.”

Still in character, I glanced over at Lady Champ and her homegirls again.

“Eh. I don’t know. I’ll wait till she’s by herself”

“Why? Just go over and talk to her now?”

“I’m good”

With that, Tara shakes her head in faux disgust and exhales.

“Men are lame.”

“Whatever”

We finally broke character and laughed for a sec before she left to grab another piece of cake.

But, as soon as she walked away, I started to realize that although Tara was joking, her replies weren’t really that far off. I can totally see a woman becoming disappointed that a man didn’t jump at the chance at hollering at one of her single and attractive homegirls, even if said homegirl was surrounded by a vagina barricade.

The more I thought about it, the more it dawned on me that women really have no f*cking clue how difficult it is to approach a woman. None whatsoever.

In fact, I’ll take it even further. Not only is the cold approach difficult, it’s the single most difficult skill that any adult — male or female — is expected to master.

(Don’t come at me with that childbirth is a much more difficult skill bullshit, either. More painful? Sure. But, from what I understand, giving birth isn’t necessarily a skill because the kid is coming out of there regardless of what you do¹. Plus, how difficult can something be if stink bugs do it too?)

Now, to women’s credit, the most likely reason why they don’t realize how difficult it is to approach a woman is that they usually just see the finished product — the actual smooth approach. To make an analogy, it’s like the kid who goes to Grandma’s house and sees Thanksgiving dinner already prepared on the table; not realizing the days of shopping, planning, cooking, and preparing that resulted in the finished product.

They also don’t know that before Grandma The Great Cook was Grandma, she was a 17 year old who wasn’t allowed in the kitchen, a 23 year old whose stuffing was always just a bit too salty, a 28 year old who accidentally made everyone sick one year with an undercooked turkey, and a 31 year old who made the mistake of inviting both Aunt Esther and Aunt Thelma to dinner; forgetting that they haven’t gotten along since they were in high school and would likely fight each other before dessert.

They don’t realize that if I actually were to approach Lady Champ in that situation, there’d be at least 10 completely different questions I’d need to figure the answers to within a 5 to 10 second span, including…

1. What am I going to say to this f*cking stranger?

2. What if she’s crazy??? How do I escape if she’s crazy???

3. How the hell am I going to break through the vagina barricade?

4. Her friend is cute too. Should I talk to her instead?

5. Who all is she with tonight? (This is important because if her girlfriend’s see you attempt to holler at her and get shot down — and trust me, they’ll see you — you probably won’t be able to holler at any of them that night either….even if one happens to be interested. Vagina logic strikes again!)

6. How do I look?

7. F*ck! Did she see me first? (Important because the longer a woman notices you hesitating to approach her, the worse your chances)

8. Do I launch with a joke, a “Hi,” an intentionally silly pick-up line, or do I just go and sit next to her and wait for her to say something?

9. How do I save face if she’s an asshole?

10. Do I need another drink before I step to her?

11. I’m not an aloof asshole, but do I need to pretend to be one to increase my chances of success?

12. I want to grab her titty. I want to grab her titty. I want to grab her titty. I want to grab her titty. Should I grab her titty?

Also — and this is the most important part — while your mind is moving a mile a minute — processing, assessing, reacting — you’re trying your damnedest to maintain your steely, Stringer Bell cool; doing everything you can to not let her see you sweat and ultimately sabotage yourself

This manufactured demeanor, this easiness, this ”swagger” is a learned skill; an act (Yes. It’s always an act. Some of us are just much, much better actors than others) that can take decades to master.

It’s no different than watching Kobe nonchalantly hit a pull-up 3 in traffic; an act that was made to look “easy” because of the hundreds of thousands of 3-pointers he’s taken by himself in the gym, and the confidence built by the hundreds of in-game threes he’s already hit.

So ladies, the next time you’re wondering why the cutie at the club hasn’t approached you yet, remember that he probably wants to but just hasn’t figured out the answer to question #116 yet. You wouldn’t hurry him while he’s taking the Bar Exam, right, so why rush him when he’s taking a test that’s much, much, much, much harder?

Anyway, people of VSB.com, I’m pretty sure how the men feel about this, but do the ladies now agree that the approach is the most difficult task an adult is expected to master? If not, why not? Why do you hate men?

¹I haven’t taken a biology class in 15 years, so take that statement with a grain of salt

—The Champ

Two Important Announcements for the Holiday Week

What up VSBs and VSSs. As you know, it’s the holiday season, so for the rest of the week we might be a bit ghost up in this piece. However, we are definitely checking the comments and causing a ruckus and such. We also have two VERY IMPORTANT things for you to weigh in on:

1. We are planning some big time events in the coming year all around these United States of America. But, we need to know where our VSB and VSS fam is located so we can reach as many folk as possible. So if you could do us a little favor and leave a comment and tell us the metropolitan area you rep. Vote or die. You can be anonymous, we’re just trying to get a headcount to make sure we don’t leave any VSB areas in the cold. That way we can put your area on our VSB Map of Shenanigans for our 2011 Event Planning. Leave no VSB or VSS behind!

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Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving!

To all those good people of VSB who venture here daily and comment to their hearts content, we humbly say thank you.  And we’re not just saying it either, if we could hug you all, we’d do it.  But since we can’t, you’ll just have to settle for these kind hearted words and sentiments.

With that said, I figured that today would be a perfect day to just, go down the list of things I’m greatful for.  With so much drama in the LBC bad stuff in the world, sometimes you have to just take a step back and realize all of the greatness that is out there.  And no Panama is not going all soft on you.  Heaven’s no.  I just robbed two old ladies with a slingshot and the threat of bootleg Polident, so my gangsta card is intact.

But it is Thanksgiving, the Redskins are still Indians, Liz is still protesting, and Black folks still have the itis.

So, without further ado, here are things I’m thankful for:

  • good health – with all the H1N1, STDs, and bad breath going around, I’m amazed I’m still standing, but you ain’t really freshazimiz (yay, our first Bow Wow quote)
  • my daughter’s good health – can’t say enough about this one.  That’s my heart. Plus she’s got teeth now and if she senses foolywang, she tries to bite me.
  • Plies, Gucci Mane, Bangs, etc – for providing me with hours of endless entertainment
  • The ability to read – with unemployment looking like it is right now, I’m so glad I can read the tea leaves
  • Reasonable (-ish) gas prices – I’m still driving a damn monster of a vehicle and it still drinks gas like hoes drink…well, you know…
  • Liz’s patience
  • The Champ’s ability to so defly use the shift+ key for capitalization.  He’s a tru-master at that.
  • Indoor plumbing – after hearing the tales of the toilets that were basically just holes in the ground, I’ve got a new found appreciate for the toilets in my home.  Just yesterday I dapped my toilet up and said, “good job dawg”
  • Adam Lambert’s AMA performance – if only because it’s finally good to see a white dude get in some trouble for some stuff he does on screen, even though I totally think he’s getting shafted by the networks (um, no pun intended)
  • Jay-Z’s ability to not respond to Beanie Sigel’s ridiculous barbs at him – seriously, Beanie?  Grow a pair and stop acting like a petulent child you petulant f*ck.
  • Speaking of Jay, Beyonce’s inability to know when to call it quits – seriously she needs to take some time off, but then who would women hate on?  Rihanna?? She’s still recovering from the gloom hand of the decade.
  • My girl – because she puts up with a lot.
  • Barack Obama’s first year in office – mostly because I never thought I’d say those words and the name attached was colored.  Still can’t do the Chia Obama thing though.  I’ve t-shirts, that should be enough.
  • VSB – because without this site, who would I be?  Aside from being this uber-sexxy trey-piece with an opinion and no forum?  Besides, I’m working on editing the end of Malcolm X so that all the kids say, “i am VSB”.  It’s not going so well, but I’m working on it, and I’m thankful that I have a job.
  • Running this blog sh*t – sorry, the cocksman came out of me on that one.  But I mean, you know how we do it.

Well those are just a few things I’m thankful for this Thanksgiving.  What are you all thankful for?  And don’t be shy?

Tell Uncle P all about it.

The floor is yours.

-VSB P aka THE ARSONIST aka TANGLE JIG P aka GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRL, HE A 3

*Admin Note: We are taking the rest of the week off here at VSB HQ.  Enjoy your Thanksgiving and see you next week!  Also, check out guyspeak.com, where every Wednesday I post a new blog about something Girls’ BFFy.  Also, I answer folks questions every day and boy do folks ask some strange questions.  So get thee to Guyspeak.com!*

thanks and sh*t. seriously

my dad’s pancakes.

the nba league pass.

“the broke diaries”

my exquisite beard

a nice supply of starch, along with a reliable iron and ironing board

cocktail sauce

soap

the closer i get to my favorite holiday, the more i reflect on everything that makes my life more enjoyable. when your head is glued to a computer monitor 8 hours a day nose is stuck to the grindstone, its easy to lose sight of the positive aspects of our lives, and i’m not so holier than thou that i can’t admit that sometimes, it does take the presence of an event like thanksgiving to help me remember that.

with this, as well as the seemingly constant acrimony between the sexes in mind, i’ve decided to devote today to naming a couple things i’ve always appreciated about women.

the bipolaresqueness

although i’ve said this many times before, its worth repeating. as much as i talk sh*t and incessantly rail about women’s seemingly inherent manic-depressiveness…i wouldnt want ya’ll any other way. i realize that, generally speaking, women are typically more emotional beings than we are. you can argue whether or not the cause of this is nature or nurture, biology or socialization, but you can’t argue this truth.

thing is, that same reservoir of emotion and feeling is part of what enables women to put up with our admittedly maddening bullsh*t, a dichotomy that allows them to be come off as hardwired assh*les (heh) while still loving us with all of their conniving, manipulative hearts

the giggle

theres nothing more synonymously feminine than the giggle, and nothing more endearing than a woman who isn’t afraid to. from a bi-product of playful bedroom teasing to the recognition of a blush worthy comment, the giggle has myriad uses…each of them as alluring and adorable as the next.

***honestly, the jiggle and the giggle subtests hold equal resonance on the wife exam. seriously. for those women intensely cramming for the next scheduled round of tests, here’s a virtual cheatsheet from the champ. if you manage to giggle while walking and jiggling your hips, you’re guaranteed at least a b minus***

the initial demure“ooh” sound

a sign of better things to come (lazy pun intended), there might not be a better sound on earth than the one women make when you first, ummm, “pass the guarded gate“. for some its accompanied by a deep exhale and extended closing of the eyes. for others its anything ranging from a wince of painfully pleasurable ambivalence to a slightly whispered “damn“, but regardless of whatever else comes with it, that first demure “ooh” when you first enter her body, that first non-ambiguous recognition of another person inside of her, makes all the trials and tribulations you willingly partake in to get to that point worth it

i could continue, but i’m trying to keep this entry under 20,000 words, lol.

so, people of vsb.com…what exactly about the opposite sex are YOU grateful for?

—the champ