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I've encountered different viewpoints. When I ask my guy friends, do they want women to approach them, they all say things like: "hell yeah" with a sn*****. But whenever I do it in practice, the men are shocked and tell me things like: "I would never expect a girl to start talking to me." They didn't seem to look happy/relieved either.

I'm, well, put it this way - definitely not a bad looking girl, so it's not like they were repulsed by me physically. They just seemed to be taken aback in a bad way that a girl would be so blunt as to talk to them.

I started two conversations on the train - one guy was speaking in Italian on the phone, and I told him I'd just gotten back from Italy and liked it there, he was actually Italian-English, so he could understand me perfectly, but still looked at me like I was crazy. So, I said: "I say that because I just heard you speaking Italian." And he said, in an almost scared/frustrated tone: "Yes, I'm half Italian."

Another time, I overheard a guy talking to his male friend (he clearly was single) in a pub and a while later started talking to him and he said: "Wow, where I'm from, women would never just start talking to a man like that." He didn't ask me for my number or anything like that either.

Whenever men approach me, the first encounter runs relatively smoothly, but the 4 or 5 times I tried to with them, didn't work out at all.

After these experiences, it put me off.

But I was sitting in the library today. Least place I thought to meet someone. This guy was sitting next to me. I didn't look at him closely, but he seemed kinda hot. Out the corner of my eye, I swear I saw him glance at me a couple of times.

But then he answered his phone and had this delicious Irish accent, he was on the phone for about 5 min and from what I got from his conversation he seemed a really nice guy. He was almost whispering because he said on the phone that he didn't want to upset anyone at the library. He seemed a pretty fun and upbeat guy.

I went out for lunch, came back and he was still there and sat in the same spot.

I didn't want to make the same mistake of coming on too strong, but I also didn't have the nerve to stare at him, so I just stayed in the area, thumbed through a few books that I wouldn't have bothered with otherwise and hoped he'd start talking to me... he still didn't say anything an hour later so then I decided it was time to leave and left.

He could have been gay. He could have had a girlfriend. But I was so mad at myself as I walked to my car that I didn't take the plunge and say hi. He seemed so nice with his cute Irish accent. I'm a really nice girl and I find it difficult, as in almost impossible, to find genuinely nice, non-neanderthol men. Now I am kicking myself over this.