Well, I’m not a psychotherapist, or a psychiatrist, or a psychologist or a psychophysiologicneuromicroanatomist, or a psychotic, but I’m just as smart as any of them, so heed my advice.
You need to deploy desensitization therapy on this chick if you want to get into her pants (and, it’s quite obvious to all of us that getting into her pants is what you want…and has, in fact, devolved into an obsessive-compulsive prime directive of yours—despite unconvincing protestations to the contrary).
You know how when people have arachnophobia, the only successful treatment is to cover the entire surface area of the afflicted person with Black Widow, Brown Recluse and Sydney Funnel Web spiders, and Blue-ringed octopuses, every day for 90 days, right? Well, you need to do the same type of desensitization technique on your shy immortal beloved.
You need to sneak up on this girl and startle her on every possible occasion, day after day for at least 3 months. Sneak up on her in the parking lot, in the hallway, in the grocery store, in church, in the bathroom, in her bedroom—everywhere and anywhere at all. She will eventually come to accept this as a fun and enjoyable game.
Then, when you’re directly behind her, tap her on the shoulder, or give her a wet willy, or give her a wedgy, or pinch her buttocks Italian style. It won’t be long till she giggles with delight from these antics!
Then whisper into her ear, “hey there!”, or “yo, mama!”, or “what’s cookin’, good lookin’?”, or “do you like fine Chianti and flava beans?” Yes, she will soon be melting into you’re your arms with sexual fervor at the mere sound of your voice!
Trust me, after a couple weeks of this desensitization therapy, you will most definitely become a person of interest to this young lady (and, perhaps to some others). And, that is, after all, what you want. As Martha Stewart would say, “it’s a good thing.”
If per chance this treatment is unsuccessful, you can always dump a bucket of spiders on her.