If my brother wanted my advice, a stretch of the imagination that would reach across the Pacific Ocean, I would tell him not to be afraid to talk to them. They are also worried about how they come across, and even if they think you are a total nerd, they will likely be polite because they’ve been taught, mostly, not to be mean to someone who asks them out.
Of course, having been a total nerd in a time when that wasn’t cool, I never tested this theory out. So really, it’s what I would have wanted to be told, had I had an older brother.
Actually, this is a silly exercise. I don’t know any better about my then self now, than I did then. If I could go back and give myself advice about girls, I don’t know if this advice would work or not. I was stubborn and afraid of rejection, so I never would have done anything to clean up. I had the beginnings of a scraggly beard and long hair and I wore dippy looking bellbottoms and skinny, weird-colored t-shirts that often came out of my jeans to show little expanses of my belly.
I’m sure I looked like a loser to most of the girls. I think I asked a couple out and I know one turned me down. I may have had one date with the other, but I don’t think we talked after that. So, based on that experience, I don’t know what I could have told a younger brother. And even now, I’m not sure I would have anything to say that would fit the circumstances of the time. It was, as they say, another fucking growth experience. AFGE.
Maybe I’d tell my brother that if you’re hopeless, you’re not hopeless forever. Some day, you’ll meet someone who appreciates your quirks, and that some day will probably not be too many years from now. High school is a scum pond. It’s not worth beating yourself up over what does or does not happen there.