re-up, i got writer’s block, hopefully seeing this up will give me the ability to write more articles like this. this is what i want the site to consist of, not just music. enjoy, it’s a throwback from last year.

press play to set the mood for this post. otherwise, it won’t be nearly as great.

there’s things that are innate, and there are things that are learned. hollering at a girl is a learned trait as far as i can tell. who knows where you pick it up. now, when i say hollering, i don’t mean facebook/myspace pimping. i mean finding her out and about in georgetown or on newbury street, giving her the crucial eye, or the smile, and going in for the kill. sometimes you get it, and sometimes you miss. sometimes you’re almost there, and you fumble it. allow me to illustrate the perfect metaphor. don’t even try and skip it. you need to see the clip.

good god! girls can be like that rabbit sometimes: evasive and elusive. some dudes have persistence, and some don’t care what happens in the end. they can deal with that rejection. they’ll find another rabbit chillin in another field. ain’t no biggie. shy guys can’t fade that. we don’t have time to be carried like the food you get from a carryout. shy guys are conservative for the most part, because those embarrassing moments are can bring that ego down to about a -2 on the 1-10 scale. no way josé.

do you think we want to be like this!? hell nah! we want to be able to sweet talk ladies like cory did topanga. and we can. we just didn’t develop that game in our younger days. or maybe we had it, but lost our touch when people got real sexy after puberty. whatever. my point is, unless you’re extra bold and can switch your style as dramatically as a bisexual, the chances of the skill of hollering won’t develop like one would like.

but like like wayne said on this song, where there’s a will, there’s a way. if you want to, you can do it with a crucial short cut. just like how baseball players have their steroids and hgh to hit barry bonds-esque homers, shy guys have liquor courage to spit vicious game. venomous. oh boy!

liquor courage, a phrased recently coined by my dude whose identity will be concealed for security purposes, is when you take a few drinks to the head, and then you hit the streets on a mean, mean mission to find the baddest joint out there. scenario: the club. you know every breezy in the joint is looking gorgeous. regardless of whether its natural beauty or just the make up, you want to talk to one of them! and yet, you’re frozen. shiiit. the power move!? the bar. or the pre-game. whichever floats your boat. the latter is typically cheaper, and more powerful. after that, you feel like superman, and anything you want can come out your mouth, with absolutely no remorse. college students, i know you feel me. as i am legally of age to drink alcohol, i can safely say that on those nights where i just may be twisted like some dreadlocks, i’ve done some great work. i’ll leave it at that. a wise man once told me, people love confident people. that drank will have you damn near cocky. even you’ll be surprised at the marvelous things you’ll be saying to your newfound lady friend. keep it under control, because liquor courage has a sweet spot. i know i’m in it when my vision is looking similar to this:

yessir. the sweet spot. a little blurry, but you still know what she looks like. once you exceed that, though, you could make the horrible mistake of hollering at a girl that looks like the main character from hell boy. or (arguably) worse, you could wake up like this guy:

not to scare you or anything. that’s just what it is. let me know if you can co-sign this liquor courage.

previously, in the shy guy chronicles:

shy guy vs. dime on the subway

can i set the stage real quick with some throwback pharcyde please?

thank you. so you’ve done great work. that liquor courage did the job, helping you grow you the balls that you needed to ask that extra fly girl who looks similar to the dark-skinned beauty in that frontin’ music video for her number. “let’s kick it sometime soon,” you say with a smile. she’s with it. and you feel like rocky did when he smacked fire outta apollo creed for the first time. congratulations. you’ve just booked a beautiful woman. all you need is a trip to the carry out to make the night a complete success.

fast forward about a month or so. where’s the beautiful dark-skinned beauty!? nowhere to be found…not in the incoming/outgoing calls, not in the text inbox…oh boy. did you just get played? most likely, nah man. but why, then?

i don’t mean to stretch any more sports metaphors further than they should be. but if the shy guy was a football player, his nickname may just be “butterfingers.” at first glance, it appears as though he can’t hold the rock when the pressure’s on. but is it as simple as that? or is there more to it?

i invite everybody to let me know why the fumble occurs. what steps didn’t homeboy follow? and does this situation also happen vice versa? it shouldn’t be a secret, and some of us out here wanna know. hit that comment section and spread the good word.

editor’s note: i got an e-mail from a concerned loyal reader, so i figured i’d post it. i like this fan mail stuff. even if it is from one of my homies.

young sir,

didn’t wanna correct you on the blog but as one of my favorite posts you’ve done so far, i had to point out a couple flaws….

Shy Guy and Liquor Courage

1. i don’t know who lied to you, but your homeboy didn’t come up w/ the phrase. it’s an old phrase…one that i learned well on my 21st birthday that i celebrated w/ my dad, uncle, god-father and a few other OGs. haha The real phrase is liquid courage. I guess he just put his little twist on it and called it his own….plagiarism none the less. yzr

2. i couldn’t let you go out on the brokeback tip. pls correct this sentence:

do you think we want to be like this!? hell nah! we want to be able to sweet talk dudes like cory did topanga

we don’t wanna be able to sweet talk dudes. i only point it out b/c i have an unpaid part-time job of promoting the blog. and two of my homegirls read that one as their first post and started askin questions. hahaha

keep it pimpin.

- devin