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A BRIEF MOMENT OF BRAVERY I had not a ton of luck with women. I mean, I got looks, and I did a lot of the things that guys are  supposed to do. But no matter how likely it seemed that she would totally yes if I asked, I had a  lot of trouble asking. To make matters worse, my Mom pointed this out to me when I was like, 12.  In fairness, she was trying to be helpful; but it just seemed to make it extra embarrassing for me.  Over the years, my anxiety at asking a girl out didn’t get much worse, but it didn’t get better  either. Then, when I was 18, about to turn 19, Mom kind of cornered me one day while we were  on vacation. She told me that before the week was out, she was going to cure me of my  shyness, once and for all.  It sounded more like a threat than an offer, but it wasn’t like I could stop her. She was my Mom.  Even at 18, what she said kind of went. I mean, not because she was mean or anything. The  op...

Calming the Studs “Hey Mom! How’d you do it?!” His voice was distant, but getting closer. I could hear him hauling  ass across the field; and, for just a second, I had a moment of panic. But… once I realized there  was nothing I could do to hide anything, I figured, ‘fuck it’, and just leaned back against the fence.  After all, if you can’t change it, don’t stress over it. Don’t make no sense.  My Son, 18, handsome, and strong, was a good kid. Boy had smarts, he had manners; all in all,  everyone he met knew I’d done right by him. But uh, this’n was gonna be hard to explain. He  came up on the other side of the horse and, like the good farmhand he was, he walked around,  in plain sight, never leaving the big ol’ stud’s line of sight. As he came, he talked. He did that… a  lot. Doctors called it ‘manic’. His Dad called it motor mouthin’; but my Son could talk like a  machine gun fired, and still manage to keep it up fro...