Talking it out—spit it out already
Look, if you’re into him, you gotta say it—no dodging, no weird games. That’s how this crap works, you know? Relationships don’t just magically happen ‘cause you’re staring at him all moony-eyed. Tell him what’s got you—like how his laugh’s so stupid it’s cute or how he’s always there when you’re freaking out over nothing—and what you’re hoping, like more late-night drives or whatever pops in your head. Don’t fake it though—be you, even if you’re a hot mess. Guys can tell when you’re putting on some act—my ex tried that once, thought she’d be all mysterious, ended up looking like a weirdo, we laugh about it now. And don’t be all shaky—walk in like you know you’re worth something, ‘cause you freaking are! Ever just gone for it? Feels like you’re invincible, right? My buddy Mike tried that last month—stuttered like hell, still worked though, chick thought it was cute.
Showing it without words—just do stuff
You know that saying—actions beat talking? Yeah, it’s real. If spitting it out’s got you choking, just do things—hang out, make him your go-to guy, maybe nudge his arm or lean in a little, see if he freaks or smiles. More you’re around, more it clicks—like, duh, right? My friend Jess, she’d always “accidentally” show up where this dude was—coffee shop, park, whatever—total stalker vibes, but he asked her out after like three weeks, so who’s laughing now?
Don’t choke him out though—he’s got his own deal, his own drama. Give him some damn space. And if he’s having a garbage day—work’s a nightmare, his cat’s puking, whatever—be there, listen, show you’re not just some flake passing through. That’s the gold, man—makes you stand out. You ever done that? Bet it felt good. My cousin hauled ass across town once ‘cause this guy’s car died—brought him a burger, now they’re basically married. Little moves, big wins.
Stuff you both get into
You guys into the same crap? Like—bingeing old sitcoms, hiking ‘til you’re dead, arguing over who’d win in a zombie fight? Jump on it—do it together, yap about it, get all loud and stupid. It’s like freebie bonding—shows you’re not total opposites. My sister hooked her dude ‘cause they’d send each other the dumbest TikToks—like, hours of that crap, now they’re that couple who finish each other’s sentences, makes me gag.
Or—mess with him a little. Bet him you’ll crush him at pool or some dumb card game—gets you giggling, keeps it loose. Flirty too, if you play it right. You any good at that, or you too nice to poke fun? My coworker tried that once—lost at Uno on purpose, guy still fell for her, wild. Gotta know your game, you know?
[Read: Things to talk about with your crush or whatever]
Chill out—don’t lose it
Here’s the thing—people don’t all fall at the same speed. You’re ready to jump off a cliff, he’s still like—uh, what’s happening? Don’t freak out, just breathe. Keep showing up, same old you, no flipping out or changing your whole deal—shows him you’re not just screwing around, you mean it. Builds that trust vibe, right? Like my neighbor Tony—he waited forever for this girl, just kept being his loud, goofy self, now they’re stuck like glue, always grilling in the backyard or whatever.
But—huge freaking but—don’t shove it in his face. Watch him—what’s he saying? How’s he standing? If he’s not feeling it, don’t go crying in a corner—it’s not you being a disaster, just not lining up. Hurts like a punch to the gut, sure—been there, ugly-cried over some dude in high school, still cringe about it. You ever take that L? Sucks, huh? You’ll live though—promise.
Texting him—phone’s your lifeline
These days? Texting’s your best friend. You can sit there, type it out, delete it fifty times, fix it ‘til it’s not total garbage—no tripping over your own tongue in his face like a dope. Less panic, right? I used to send my crush the dumbest memes—puppies falling over, whatever—‘til he finally got it, way better than turning into a tomato IRL. You ever lean on your phone like that? Bet it’s saved your ass more than once. My roommate swears by it—says she’s a badass over text, total wreck in person, cracks me up.
Alright, wrapping this chaos up
So yeah—telling a guy you like him? Or anybody? It’s this whole crazy thing—talking straight, doing stuff, not stomping all over him like a jerk. Takes time, takes some freaking guts—can’t just bail when it gets awkward. Trick is—don’t fake it, don’t wuss out, just be you, all weird and loud or quiet or whatever you are. That’s what sticks, man—trust me. Best couples? They get each other—laugh at the same stupid crap, got each other when it’s rough, not too chicken to say what’s real. You gonna go for it? What’s he got that’s got you all messed up anyway? Spill it—I’m nosy as hell now. He funny? Shy? Got a killer smile? What’s the deal—gimme something!