Forty0ztoFreedom
Senior Don Juan
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This is just funny at this point.
Starts last week, we'll call it Tuesday, I get rejected by a past oneitus who I was getting over but decided to give it one last college try anyway. Hey, whatever, fine. But maybe that set off something in me that is just super creepy or something . .
Friday I'm pretty much hammered and talking to everyone in some bar. This girl a friend wants to set me up with is there . . We're talking for a while, she's leaning on me, getting pretty close. I ask for her number to take her out . . No! I couldn't f-ing believe it. I've always been the one kind of avoiding her. WTF? F it, I'm not messing around with flakey girls when there are other flakey girls around. I go talk to a set of girls for a while . . eventually conversation gets dull and I blow myself out.
I'm a drunken mess at this point, talking to female acquaintances and dropping all pretense. This one girl lost a bunch of weight and (maybe just by comparison to her old self?) I'm basically laying it out there: I want to hook up. . . Ok, she's coming out with me to after-party it up. A drunk(er) friend basically c-blocks me all night with her by being obnoxious, grabbing her tits . . Ugh. Whatever. He's married and just gets wasted and stupid. The house we were going to anyway is ruined because the guys wife came home early. Yay.
Next night, I decide the party must go on. I go out with friends (including the oneitus I started this thread with . . but as friends, seriously). By now I'm just not caring . . I actually talk to this girl alone at the bar for like 30 minutes, about pick-up artistry and how so much of it is lame, and people should just 'connect.' I'm basically picking a girl up by talking about lame pick-up tricks, and I"m not even tricking her about it . . cards are on the table. She knows what I'm doing. We play a '5 questions' type game. She's like "it's working.' Hey, cool, am I getting somewhere? Nope, my friends want to leave, so I go back for the number - "I don't give my number out to guys at bars!" Okkk . .
Next bar a drunken cougar is flirting with ME. I don't dance with her because I'm just feeling wasted . . But she keeps coming back to me anyway. I don't even remember what I said but I start being reeeeaaallly sleezy. At this point, I'm tired of caring. I said something about a handjob behind the dumpster?? Yet, she's ****ing leaning on me still. So I put my arm around her, and she tells me to stop. OK! Then get away from me! Jesus. What kind of person leans against somebody and then reacts negatively to kino??
Yesterday I just shut my phone off and watched hours and hours of LOST. Yay! A full day without one rejection!
Today I''m minding my own business at work, and this girl I met/talked to LAST WEEKEND facebook messages me . . walls of text about her weekend, like I even asked. I'm barely even talking to her and I'm still wiped out from the weekend so I'm finding it hard to be funny or anything . . She brings up a guy she 'likes' and she's waiting to see what the weekend brings (in relation to this guy). I make some joke about how its me she's talking about . . LJBF!
WTF? I just needed to vent a bit. The good thing is I'm honestly just laughing at this point. This is like the f*cking rejection Olympics! I clearly need some massive recalibrating to do . . They just keep coming!
Starts last week, we'll call it Tuesday, I get rejected by a past oneitus who I was getting over but decided to give it one last college try anyway. Hey, whatever, fine. But maybe that set off something in me that is just super creepy or something . .
Friday I'm pretty much hammered and talking to everyone in some bar. This girl a friend wants to set me up with is there . . We're talking for a while, she's leaning on me, getting pretty close. I ask for her number to take her out . . No! I couldn't f-ing believe it. I've always been the one kind of avoiding her. WTF? F it, I'm not messing around with flakey girls when there are other flakey girls around. I go talk to a set of girls for a while . . eventually conversation gets dull and I blow myself out.
I'm a drunken mess at this point, talking to female acquaintances and dropping all pretense. This one girl lost a bunch of weight and (maybe just by comparison to her old self?) I'm basically laying it out there: I want to hook up. . . Ok, she's coming out with me to after-party it up. A drunk(er) friend basically c-blocks me all night with her by being obnoxious, grabbing her tits . . Ugh. Whatever. He's married and just gets wasted and stupid. The house we were going to anyway is ruined because the guys wife came home early. Yay.
Next night, I decide the party must go on. I go out with friends (including the oneitus I started this thread with . . but as friends, seriously). By now I'm just not caring . . I actually talk to this girl alone at the bar for like 30 minutes, about pick-up artistry and how so much of it is lame, and people should just 'connect.' I'm basically picking a girl up by talking about lame pick-up tricks, and I"m not even tricking her about it . . cards are on the table. She knows what I'm doing. We play a '5 questions' type game. She's like "it's working.' Hey, cool, am I getting somewhere? Nope, my friends want to leave, so I go back for the number - "I don't give my number out to guys at bars!" Okkk . .
Next bar a drunken cougar is flirting with ME. I don't dance with her because I'm just feeling wasted . . But she keeps coming back to me anyway. I don't even remember what I said but I start being reeeeaaallly sleezy. At this point, I'm tired of caring. I said something about a handjob behind the dumpster?? Yet, she's ****ing leaning on me still. So I put my arm around her, and she tells me to stop. OK! Then get away from me! Jesus. What kind of person leans against somebody and then reacts negatively to kino??
Yesterday I just shut my phone off and watched hours and hours of LOST. Yay! A full day without one rejection!
Today I''m minding my own business at work, and this girl I met/talked to LAST WEEKEND facebook messages me . . walls of text about her weekend, like I even asked. I'm barely even talking to her and I'm still wiped out from the weekend so I'm finding it hard to be funny or anything . . She brings up a guy she 'likes' and she's waiting to see what the weekend brings (in relation to this guy). I make some joke about how its me she's talking about . . LJBF!
WTF? I just needed to vent a bit. The good thing is I'm honestly just laughing at this point. This is like the f*cking rejection Olympics! I clearly need some massive recalibrating to do . . They just keep coming!