By 27, I’ve been with around 55 women — from a conservative South Asian background where that’s not talked about.

One thing I figured out the hard way:
A few years ago my dating life ran itself. Then it quietly fell apart — not because I got worse, but because I got careful.

Fear did it. Fear of rejection, of seeming creepy, of being too direct. I started pulling back even when the vibe was obvious. Became neutral, calibrated, bland. Things stopped happening.

Mark Manson wrote something that stuck: you have to be open to the possibility of being perceived as creepy. Not actually being creepy — just accepting that expressing desire openly will sometimes land wrong, and that’s unavoidable.

If your whole strategy is to never make anyone uncomfortable, you’ll never make anyone feel anything.
Attraction requires risk. Take the shot or nothing happens.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​