Flaked is part of my daily lexicon
It essentially says that women can't be trusted...AT ALL. Not to return phone calls, not to make dates, not to be interested, not to act on interest when it IS present, NOTHING. They're not even human...I have to run the whole damn show.
This is so true to me right now. I can't even believe the flake factor I'm experiencing right now. Although my game is better than it's ever been and I'm spinning more plates than I ever believed I could, I'm so frustrated with the quality of my plates. It's like my plates have prints of angry clowns on them and are cracked. I look at my plates and I stop and wonder why I'm even spinning at all. Not that their appearances are bad, no, it's that they are crazy, nutty broads who waste my time and are broken, damaged goods.
I just turned my back on my primary decent plate to spin a couple more and when I looked again it was gone, not even pieces of plate on the floor. Gone.
read the Doc Love section on Askmen.com. One of the things he hammers in is that all the physical and deeply emotional intimacy in the world means JACK SQUAT before the 10th date (roughly two months).
I had this great chick. Second time I had her out and back to my place for some naked fun. Everything about this was progressing forward into something bigger. How can I say that her actions and body language were all about I'm not going to flake, at least not unless you fvck up somehow? I haven't heard from her since, she didn't return my call. She had some buyer's remorse. It's unbelievable to me. I keep thinking that my mistake was not calling her for four days afterward. Honestly, I was busy sucking other t!ts, but she was working and I wouldn't have been able to connect anyway.
It's sad that I continue to spin the plates I have left. I have three or four plates spinning. It's kind of blurry I can't really tell. When stuff like this happens I decide that IL cannot even be observed. How can it be? My plates are scary now, all second stringers that I'm going to make do with. I want to smash them all to bits and start over. One of them has the highest IL I've ever seen, real clingy, but how do I know? I obviously cannot know that anymore. It doesn't matter, she proved herself completely sexually inexperienced and unsatisfying when she spent the night. Unteachable, probably. I'm tired of uncovering these clueless, virginal broads that don't even know how to touch it. Why should I put up with that?
Then there is the plate that just spins herself round and round. I haven't touched her in three weeks but she calls me to leave me voice mails about how busy she is at work and to apologize again. She's a nutjob. I wish she'd go away or blow me. Another plate is this panicky, scaredy-cat fruitcake that gives off closed, negative body language but always wants to see me again. I'm going to dust the cobwebs off that ***** the next time I see her cuz I got nothin else to do. I can't believe this chick who was 5th string is my most promising plate right now.
I don't know why I'm typing this all out. This is half therapy and half completely agreeing with squirrels and Phyzzle. It seems that the process gets harder the more I know. The tests seem to escalate with my skill level. I didn't know much of anything when I met previous girlfriends, yet we met and things worked out until they proved themselves to be b!tches. Always. Hmm.
Maybe it's all b!tch prevention. I wish I could pick up the quality of my plates.