A Tale Of Rejections, Flakes, Frustrations, And Sadness
I am committed to speaking the truth there. It’s right there in the header of the website. I do not claim to be some sort of master pick up artist, never get rejected, or have some secret formula to getting dates and pussy (though my online message to number is pretty damn good…). With that being said, by committing to tell the truth, that means I’m also going to speak about the bad times: rejections, flakes, frustrations, and sadness. This is a tale of all of those.
On Friday night, I plan to meet a new girl, Jenna, at 6:30 for a quick drink. After, I’m tentatively scheduled to meet one of my regulars, H to get drunk at around 9pm. I also book a date with Andrea for a TBD time on Friday night, if either Jenna or H falls through. I figure two and a half hours is enough to put some face time in with Jenna for a second date bang next week. H and I had planned to pregame at her place, walk to the bars, and then I’d spend the night there. H never texts me back Friday to confirm. H texts me Saturday morning saying she’s sorry, that she had typed out a response but forgot to hit send. Whatever.
Then, Jenna cancels on me when I confirm the plans about four hours prior. Says she’s not feeling good. I half-ass try to turn it around to no avail. I text Andrea a confirmation rather than cancellation text, but don’t get a response within a few hours.
Now it’s Friday night when I was supposed to see two girls and I’m stuck with my hand. So while working from home on Friday afternoon I go on an OKCupid blitz. I grab a number from a cute 26 year old Sicilian chick, Alexandria, in just two messages. She says she has to work until 7:30 but she can meet at 8:30. Perfect.
Then at 7:50 I get a text from her, “I can’t make 8:30…just leaving work, how about another time?” I’m ready to punch a wall at this point. I tell her 9:30 is fine. Bad move on my part, as I was willing to reschedule later on on a Friday night because I had nothing better to do (and really didn’t, at this point). I get myself a little buzzed at home for shits and giggles and walk to the bar, meeting her at what is becoming my usual bar near my apartment. As I’m ordering drinks, the bartender says to me, “Does she want the same thing as last time?” Fortunately, she’s out of earshot, and I laugh and tell him this is actually the third different girl I’ve brought here this week. He chuckles and makes the drinks (tipping him well and getting on his good side!), meanwhile this drunk ass Asian chick with a disgusting lesbian haircut is talking to my girl. I go over with the drinks and make polite conversation with lesbian Asian, who eventually starts trying to start a fight with me. She’s telling me she’s way more intelligent than me and that she can handle her shit. When I put my arm on her to make it clear we don’t want to talk to her, she starts raising her voice. Not wanting to be arrested for assault, I’m forced to just turn my back on her. Fortunately, she gets the hint and leaves.
I have a decent time with Alexandria. Conversation is good, not great. Chemistry was honestly lacking a bit. I try to get her back to my place after one drink but she won’t come up. I kiss close her in the car and say good night. I texted my usual follow-up the following morning and got nothing in response. Dead lead, as I suspected, despite the kiss close.
Andrea texts me at midnight saying she just got off work. She asks if we can do Saturday night and I say sure.
So that was FRIDAY. Now, Saturday…
I get woken up by my upstairs neighboring vacuuming at 8:00am. On a Saturday. I’m fucking pissed. I hit the gym and play some ball, write some blog posts, and head out to do some daygame at about 3:00pm. It’s then I find out my plans with buddies that had been in place for days are falling through due to work and other obligations. Having suspected this was going to happen (after not hearing back from the guys Friday), I made plans with Andrea the night before, as I mentioned. I attempt to confirm the plans with Andrea at noon but get no response for several hours.
Here we go again, I think…so I hit up Erin, who I also number closed on OKC during my Friday afternoon blitz. She is willing to meet but has to be somewhere by 7:00pm. Meaning I’d have to go do a date at…5:00. No thanks. I tell her we’ll meet next week. I text H back after her apology from Friday and she’s busy tonight.
I’m just fed up at this point, so my daygame session was pretty much worthless. I go grocery shopping and head home; planning to make dinner and then determine if I want to roll solo for the night. Once I’m home, I have this exchange on OKC with a cute, slim and blonde 27 year old flight attendant…Jennifer.
HER: I just git back in town today so im not sure I am getting up off the couch. You are welcome to join as long as you dont expect me to dress up.
ME: Are you inviting me over?
HER: Yes im inviting you over but not in a hook up way. Bring beer and we will play never have I ever or something…
As any player knows, “We’re not having sex/hooking up” = you’re gonna fuck. I tell her I’ll be there at seven.
OF COURSE, NOW (!!!!!) Andrea texts me back saying she just got off work and asks what my plans for the night are. I tell her I’m heading out with friends for dinner but that I could meet around ten. I figure this is enough time to close Jennifer if it’s going to happen, especially since I’m going straight there.
I grab a six pack of craft beer from Whole Foods and drive the five miles to Jennifer‘s house. Meet her cute dog, sit on the couch. Play “never have I ever” and drink some beer. She’s chatty but keeps bringing up other guys to which I keep shooting her down, telling her we’re not going to discuss this. I figure out why she keeps asking me about other guys, when…she asks me if I’m gay.
Here’s the thing, I’ve had a one girl in the past ask me the same thing. I’m not sure what it is — I suspect it may be because I dress pretty nicely, and tend to use my hands when I speak. My voice is also not terribly deep, and I am an animated talker. Perhaps something I need to adjust, though I’m hesitant to based off of just two girls out of hundreds. Regardless, this cunt keeps going on and on about how she’d love a gay BFF and keeps asking me over and over if I’m gay. I keep agreeing and amplifying with her, but she won’t drop it. I try just flat out telling her I’m not gay, and that I’ve never even been intrigued by it. She also keeps saying that she doesn’t kiss on the first date, and this holds true, as she’s cuddled up on me, holding my hand, but won’t let me kiss her.
At first the gay shit testing wasn’t bad, but it kept getting worse and worse with every beer she drank. I ask her, “Do you REALLY think I’m gay?” And she says, “Yes, are you SURE you’re not? You’re sure you’re not a little intrigued by guys?”
I get up and leave. She gets all defensive then and asks me if I’m pissed. I tell her I’m tired of listening to her yap about this and get my coat and leave. She tries to give me a hug which I brush off. As I walk to my car, I text Andrea, “i’m free. drinks.”
I still haven’t gotten a response.
Part of me wants to dissect all of this and see where I went wrong, but just between Monday and Thursday of this week I had three different girls in my bed, such as this one. I don’t need to do anything drastic. I’m going to just chalk this up to a bad weekend. It’s times like these I’m glad I wrote about the good weeks to keep my head up.