Last week I asked someone on a date. She said no.

The night before, my friends and I were talking at a local bar about what I was thinking of doing. To which they were making fun of said plans.

So to defend my berating I responded: "I have had more relationships¹ than both of you combined²."

To which Henry replied: "yeah, but I have had a longer relationship than all of your relationships combined."³

To which I replied: "I am not arguing with that. I don't have a problem entering relationships, I have a problem staying in relationships."

To which our (hot) waitress jumped in and said: "ahh, now that is the real problem."

But this draws me back to a conversation I had with another friend about 10 months earlier. Jenny is a successful, attractive, fun girl who takes her faith seriously but also has a bit of a wild streak to her. Needless to say, someone I think should be a catch. But she was lamenting in one of our annual coffee meetings about how she - nor her friends - get asked out very much. To which I responded, "that is because most Christian boys don't have any balls."

Which brings me back to the evening of asking her on the date. As I walked downstairs, I told Matt she said no. Matt looked at me and said, "you just flat out asked her out." I said sure. He said, "that takes balls man."

Now I know LC is out there somewhere rolling his eyes and wondering why I am blogging about this, but I am going on.

I have never let the fear of rejection stop me. It isn't to say that I like it. And it isn't to say that I don't get nervous asking people out. I don't know too many guys who actually like the nerves it takes to put yourself out there. But the nerves shouldn't disable somebody from going for it.

Sometimes it works. Sometimes it doesn't. But at least there is no wondering. At least there is no beating around the bush.

But to wrap up. I would say three quarters of my relationships - and probably another half-dozen dates that didn't develop into a relationship - started by asking out of the blue and putting myself out there. And a little rejection won't change that.

(To end with a little humor: Once again, I know how JD feels - although my pitch wasn't nearly as pathetic as his, but at the same time it also wasn't as funny)