BPH
Master Don Juan
I'm gonna preface this by saying that I'm quite drunk.
Now that that's out of the way, I just got back from a night out and I'm absolutely losing my mind about the ridiculousness of these women...
I am 6ft tall, 220 lbs, and I'm ripped to shreds. I have all my hair, I have all my teeth - I even had a girl ask me tonight if my teeth were real or if they were veneers. I'm good friends with the bartenders and staff, and have social proof; I skipped the line, and my drinks were free.
Yet still, I'm running into the same problem:
"Do you go here?"
"Where do you go?"
"Oh, you're graduated?"
"Why are you here?"
It's all that f***ing matters.
I went up to a couple of girls tonight...
The first of which seemed interested, but left early with her friend. She was asking why I was there and didn't believe I was as old as I was. Needless to say, nothing happened there. She left a full hour before closing. I'm doubtful anything will become of that.
The second girl was eyeing ME up, so she waved me over and I went and talked to her for a bit. Same story; she found out I was older and thought I was cute, but wasn't interested.
So I went and talked to another girl. Turns out she's friends with girl number 2, and saw us talking, and decided she wasn't interested because I was hitting on her friend. She didn't mind that I was older, but didn't like being second fiddle to her friend, who, by the way, I told her was hitting on ME.
That brings us to girl number 3 - a gorgeous girl hanging out with her friends by the bar. Didn't mind the age, and I think we hit it off, but she wasn't prepared to leave with me that night. Rather, she wanted me to take her out tomorrow night. I suggested drinks at this nearby spot at around 10. She asked if we could go at 6, and then 8. I told her I wanted to be how she ended the night, not a pregame to how she started it. She asked whether that was her decision, to which I responded, "Yeah, and it's my decision whether to take you". She thinks 10 is late, so we'll see if that becomes a thing or not.
The most likely scenario is I'll end up going out there with no girl tomorrow night, which is fine. But man, this is starting to piss me off - I'm doing better than my competition in every way except for the number on my DOB in my driver's license. I don't understand why this is such a massive roadblock.
It's my birthday on Sunday, I'll be going out in Philly Saturday night with some friends, and most likely going back out here again on Friday night. I'd like to get laid, ideally with someone new, but I did not anticipate my age being such an issue.
I don't really know what type of solutions I'd expect to read, this is more of a rant on the ridiculousness of a number on my driver's license being what's getting in the way of me and these women - and it's starting to really piss me off. In a month, most of these patrons will be graduated and Delaware will go back to being the ghost town it's always been - dry spells and all.
Looking to avoid that.
Anyway, thanks for tuning into my rant. Have a good night.
Now that that's out of the way, I just got back from a night out and I'm absolutely losing my mind about the ridiculousness of these women...
I am 6ft tall, 220 lbs, and I'm ripped to shreds. I have all my hair, I have all my teeth - I even had a girl ask me tonight if my teeth were real or if they were veneers. I'm good friends with the bartenders and staff, and have social proof; I skipped the line, and my drinks were free.
Yet still, I'm running into the same problem:
"Do you go here?"
"Where do you go?"
"Oh, you're graduated?"
"Why are you here?"
It's all that f***ing matters.
I went up to a couple of girls tonight...
The first of which seemed interested, but left early with her friend. She was asking why I was there and didn't believe I was as old as I was. Needless to say, nothing happened there. She left a full hour before closing. I'm doubtful anything will become of that.
The second girl was eyeing ME up, so she waved me over and I went and talked to her for a bit. Same story; she found out I was older and thought I was cute, but wasn't interested.
So I went and talked to another girl. Turns out she's friends with girl number 2, and saw us talking, and decided she wasn't interested because I was hitting on her friend. She didn't mind that I was older, but didn't like being second fiddle to her friend, who, by the way, I told her was hitting on ME.
That brings us to girl number 3 - a gorgeous girl hanging out with her friends by the bar. Didn't mind the age, and I think we hit it off, but she wasn't prepared to leave with me that night. Rather, she wanted me to take her out tomorrow night. I suggested drinks at this nearby spot at around 10. She asked if we could go at 6, and then 8. I told her I wanted to be how she ended the night, not a pregame to how she started it. She asked whether that was her decision, to which I responded, "Yeah, and it's my decision whether to take you". She thinks 10 is late, so we'll see if that becomes a thing or not.
The most likely scenario is I'll end up going out there with no girl tomorrow night, which is fine. But man, this is starting to piss me off - I'm doing better than my competition in every way except for the number on my DOB in my driver's license. I don't understand why this is such a massive roadblock.
It's my birthday on Sunday, I'll be going out in Philly Saturday night with some friends, and most likely going back out here again on Friday night. I'd like to get laid, ideally with someone new, but I did not anticipate my age being such an issue.
I don't really know what type of solutions I'd expect to read, this is more of a rant on the ridiculousness of a number on my driver's license being what's getting in the way of me and these women - and it's starting to really piss me off. In a month, most of these patrons will be graduated and Delaware will go back to being the ghost town it's always been - dry spells and all.
Looking to avoid that.
Anyway, thanks for tuning into my rant. Have a good night.