I Try To Get My Friend Laid, And I Blow It With My Girl…
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Do You Reveal Too Much About Your Relationship?
Be Yourself: The Truth About Authentic Dating
Why So Many Relationships End at 90 Days
There really are NO BAD DATES!
How The Law of Attraction Can Help You Find Love
A Dude Diner’s Doctrine
Soundtrax To Your Life: Pre-Date Tunes
Ms. Awesome’s Advice for Men
Bad Relationships Aren’t Investments
How To Get A One Nite Stand Out Of Your Apartment
“Desperation is like stealing from the Mafia: you stand a good chance of attracting the wrong attention.” Doug Horton
A quick run down with Ghetto Club:
I thought I had her right where I wanted her. I thought I was pretty close to collecting her soul.
I failed the shit test the night we met to eat and I didn’t pay. ”We’re not having sex tonight” Gmac was the only one that picked up on that in the comments.
The next two days were solid text messages – her calling me “dear”, agreeing to rub my feet after a long day, etc.
Then, that Friday, she called me wanting to hang out. I said I’d call her back because I was busy. I called her back – at 2am, when I was leaving the club – for a booty call. She was also leaving the club on another side of town. I offered to come pick her up – she gave me a bunch of logistical excuses like she drove, Third Wheel rode with her, etc. Failed attempt. She texted me when she got home to let me know she got home and to say goodnight – I didn’t respond.
The next day, Saturday – she returns the favor, and calls me at 2am. I was at a bar talking to two chicks and don’t answer. But, then I call her back thinking maybe she wants a booty call. I should’ve known better. She had just gotten home from work and was “already in bed” and “just wanted to check up on [me].” She complains about me not texting her back the night before.
Then, the disastrous phone call.
I put her on ice for a week. Let her chill. No communication.
I pop back up the next week, text game. She hits me with a “Ooo I’m surprised you remember [me]” text. I ignore it, change the frame.
I meet up with her the next day, a Monday, in the park, I bring her some Polish food that my mother had cooked, because she’d never eaten Polish food before. We hang out in the park and walk around, then walk around the mall a bit. She wants to shop for a jacket for when she goes to London next month, but I don’t let her. Back at the car, she shows me her new tattoo. We kiss and leave.
I call her Wednesday night and talk shortly while I’m picking up a coffee at Starbucks to study. Nothing special, just usual normal conversation.
At some point, I start having desperation type thoughts. Crush type thoughts, Spaghetti type thoughts. Everything she does starts to elicit emotional reactions in my head – more importantly what she doesn’t do. She’s not texting me anymore. She used to hit me up all of the time, then I complained about it, and she hasn’t started a text conversation since. It did annoy me, I thought I wanted space. Now that she doesn’t do it, I miss it. Am I crazy?
She calls me Thursday night. I miss the call.
It’s now been three weeks since we last had sex. We’ve only seen each other twice in the past three weeks – the date where I didn’t pay, and the Polish food in the park. I feel like I need to fuck her again – for various reasons.
I realize I’m lazy. In the past when we’ve fucked, it’s been after dates, such as concerts and parties, long, we’ve spent a couple hours having fun together dates and then ravaged each other at the end. Now, I’ve just been hitting her up when I’m horny and expect her to jump at the chance to come over and fuck me – she doesn’t jump at such a chance, I’m learning.
For some reason, I still try this again – or at least that’s the plan. I have to work from 10pm to 2am Saturday night. I want to chill with her and fuck her after that. Maybe if I call her in the afternoon and set it up and destroy the logistical problems early I can make it happen?
I call her, she says she can’t hang out tonight, because’s volunteering at a festival downtown at 7pm. Her and Third Wheel, and then Third Wheel is spending the night at her house. I tell her she should get rid of Third Wheel later and come hang out with me, she laughs, “I can’t! She’s staying at my house!”
She calls me back like 5 minutes later – “Oh, well [Third Wheel] and [Fiasco] were supposed to be hanging out tonight anyway, but she didn’t text him back because she knew she’d be with me and she didn’t know if she could hang out with him – maybe we can all do something together?” “Oh, well, I’m working tonight, doing [blah blah blah].” “Oh.” ”But, let me call [Fiasco] and see what’s up.”
So, yeah… Fiasco has been texting/talking to Third Wheel lately. She’s very pretty with DD breasts. He wants to fuck her. He hasn’t hung out with her yet, it’s just been texts.
I call Fiasco. He says something like “Yeah, I was going to take her to the movies or something.” First date? Movies? I don’t like it, but I tell him what’s up and that I’m working from 10pm until 2am. I mention that maybe they could come up to where I’m working, and he could come up there and take Third Wheel somewhere else, then Ghetto Club could just chill with me at work.
I’m working out now, but I try to set something up… first I text shoot ideas back and forth with Fiasco.
Me, 3:14 pm: We might could take these hoes to an after-hours club….
Fiasco, 3:16 pm: [Third Wheel] is 20 tho
Me, 3:34 pm: You can get in after-hours spots at 18. They don’t even serve alcohol.
I start to think. It doesn’t matter what we do. I think my intial idea of getting them over and then Fiasco and Third Wheel going somewhere else and doing something else is a good idea. Based on the phone conversation I had with Fiasco, I thought he was on board with such an idea. He could take one chick on a date, and I could just be chilling with my chick – drink with here and spend some time with her while I’m working and making money.
I feel like it’s a solid plan.
I text Ghetto Club,
Me, 4:14 pm: What time yall volunteering shift end?
Her, 4:15 pm: I’m headin over there now and we won’t be done til like 10
Me, 4:17 pm: Alright. Just come [to where I'm working] after that. I’ll be in there working, [details], but [Fiasco] will stop thru too.
Her, 4:23 pm: Ok
So, it’s set up…..
I text Fiasco to let him know it’s on….
Me, 4:30 pm: They gone slide thru [my work] like 1130 or so [I made up the time, I thought they'd take awhile to get there after getting off of volunteering at 10.]
Fiasco, 4:39 pm: I wasn’t tyna kick it as a group
Me, 4:53 pm: Yeah, I know, that’s why I think you can take [Third Wheel] somewhere.. on like a late date. It really don’t matter where, just come up with a plan
Fiasco, 4:54 pm: U said they are coming together at 11 30..that deaded any plans I could have
Fiasco, 4:56 pm: Don’t take any of this wrong..im not tryna do the group thing tho..ill deal with it tho
Me, 5:04 pm: Theyre both working until 10 anyway… that’s why [Third Wheel] didn’t hit u back cuz she ain’t know if she could hang with you.
Me, 5:05 pm: How is chillin at 1130 deading plans? There’s plenty shit you could do – its a Saturday night in [city details]
Fiasco, 5:07 pm: I just don’t like u intervening, “theyre coming at 11 30″ I don’t like that
Fiasco, 5:08 pm: I know its stuff u could do at 11 30
Me, 5:11 pm: Intervening? I called you before I did it and talked to you about it…
Me, 5:12 pm: Bro, you gotta be more chill. I’m not tryna be a dick, but damn [Fiasco] everytime I do something to try to help you out you take shit the wrong way
Fiasco, 5:12 pm: Nvmnd..it would be better talk in person
Fiasco, 5:14 pm: Im an only child.. who had no father figure..so pardon me if I don’t want advice from someone my age..I am chill.. I just like doin my own thing.. like u already fucking with [ghetto club], it just seemed like intervening. U said u was gone be [working], I never said I wanted to double date
Fiasco, 5:16 pm: That’s why im usually so private with stuff
Fiasco, 5:22 pm: I don’t think ur being a dick..u just don’t understand me
Me, 5:31 pm: We have communication issues lol. I actually thought I explained my thought process when I was on the phone with you. Anyway yeah just me on the phone or we’ll catch up in person and chop it up cuz texting ain’t the way to go right now
Fiasco, 5:31 pm: Its cool
So, whatever… I take a nap, chill out a bit, and then at 10:00 I’m headed out the door.
I see a text from Ghetto Club,
Her, 9:41 pm: U at [where I'm working]
Me, 10:02 pm: Naw, not yet. I’ll be there in like 30 min…
And, here comes the flake….
Her, 10:40 pm: Ok well we gonna go hang out with some friends. Ttyl
Bad planning on my part. No times were exchanged. I was thinking her getting off of volunteering around 10 meant she wouldn’t be around until later, like 11:30. I wasn’t even planning on being up there until 10, and I knew I’d be late, so I knew 10:30 was more realistic. Looks like she texted me at 9:40 trying to see me, and then an hour later, decided to not wait around and make other plans.
Sucks.
She’s never flaked on me before for anything, so it pisses me off. Not gonna lie.
I just go to work and do what I was normally going to do anyway. I start drinking vodka and water, because it just taste like straight water to me and with a double shot in each glass, I’ll get drunk pretty quickly. My night is shot anyway.
I start to wonder what’s going to happen when Fiasco shows up at 11:30 to date Third Wheel. I get pissed of at Ghetto Club again for this.
Fiasco texts me,
Fiasco, 11:04 pm: I got a radiator leak ..
Fiasco, 11:26 pm: What yall doing?
I tell him that a friend of ours and a chick from high school are up here and I’m hanging out with them
Nothing special there, but he never shows up. I start thinking maybe he called Third Wheel and agreed to not meet her tonight. Which would’ve forced her to be a third wheel again when Ghetto Club was with her – could’ve lead to this flakery going on…
I text him later… once I’m drunk.
Me, 1:12 am: Have you talked to [Third Wheel] today?
Me, 1:13 am: I don’t even know what I’m allowed to say and not say to these hoes… please fill me
Fiasco, 1:17 am: Bro It Doesn’t Matter Lol We Can Talk About It Tomorrow
Me, 1:21 am: Have you talked to her today? I don’t even know what she knows/don’t knows
Fiasco, 1:27 am: Yea we talked
Me, 1:33 am: You said you wasn’t tryin a chill tongiht? Basically, I’ m just tryna find out why [Ghetto Club] being a bitch to me…
Oh yeah… that… I got drunk, and I was high already, and I was hungry. So, like a dumbass I couldn’t leave Ghetto Club alone. I texted her back:
Me, 12:44 am: I’ m hungry. Bring me some food.
Her, 12:45 am: ….. Ummmm Ill think about it.
Me, 12:47 am: Less thinking. More doing.
Her, 12:48 am: Naaa
Me, 12:52 am: Wrong answer
Her, 12:52 am: :)
Me, 12:55 am: For real girl. I’m [at place] working, so I can’t leave and I’m really hungry
Her, 12:56 am: I’m goin home boy [At the time I wasn't sure what this meant, I thought it meant "I'm goin" and then she was calling me "homeboy". Was she possibly about to buy me food? Now, I read it and realize it probably just means "I'm goin home" and she's calling me "boy". Yes, I feel stupid... but whatever...]
Me, 12:57 am: Translate. ”I’m goin home boy”… I have no idea what that means…
Her, 12:58 am: … Do the math.
Me, 1:00 am: Had two tests today…. no more math…
Her, 1:00 am: Ye ayea
Me, 1:02 am: [Fast food place], please. [Meal I want]
Her, 1:03 am: No tengo dinero
Me, 1:07 am: I’ll pay you back [At this point, I really was just trying to get some food and couldn't leave right then - I was honestly hungry as shit.]
Her, 1:25 am: Lol how ima buy something when I don’t have money?
Me, 1:33 am: You losing points right now [Ghetto Club]. [I was actually starting to get pissed. Well, no, scratch that, I'd been pissed at her ever since she flaked, but I try to frame in a lighter way than me being emotional and actually pissed off]
Me, 1:46 am: I’m drunk, high, and hungry….
Her, 1:47 am: Nobody told u to be drunk high n hungry
Her, 1:47 am: Lol
[At this point, I say fuck it, I'm just going to amuse myself and play the one word game. I'll just keep saying random shit until she stops responding.]
Me, 1:57 am: Firetruck
Her, 1:57 am: What
Me, 1:59 am: Australia
Her, 1:59 am: …
Me, 2:03 am: Hovercraft
Her, 2:03 am: No more drinking or drugs for u
Me, 2:05 am: Lawn mower
And, that was it. She didn’t respond after that, so I left it alone. At almost 4:00 am, I’m finally leaving, and guess who shows up?
Fiasco. Drunk as shit. Tries to shake my hand and misses. I’ve sobered up a bit at this point. I’m just looking at him, he’s rambling…. “yeah bro…. I talked to her bro… we agreed to just hang out tomorrow… she wasn’t trying to do the group thing either…. I didn’t think you were a dick bro… text messages…. bad form of communication… i could be calm, talking to you like I am now… and you could think I’m yelling at the top of my lungs…. “
I acknowledge him and just say, “alright bro”, but I’m actually kind of pissed at him too.
I go home and pass out.
At 4:53 am, I awake to the sound of my phone ringing. It’s Ghetto Club calling me. What the fuck does she want?
I answer and hang up, and go back to sleep.
I have no idea where I’m at now with this girl. I feel like my game is faltering. There’s a desparation to want to see her, because I haven’t seen her much lately. There’s a desperation to fuck her again, because I haven’t fucked her in three weeks. But, I think I’m going about it wrong. Like I said, we’ve only fucked after long, fun dates – no just spur of the moment, “come get this dick” type of shit. She doesn’t go for that – I’ve tried. Too many times now, probably. Although, I wonder if her calling me at 5am was a booty call? I have no idea…
Her twitter feed from that night shows the following three messages at around 5am:
Tweet #1: He so fineeee. I wanna ride his faceeee
Tweet #2: Lol I didn’t know life was full of soo many complications or that I was rude :/ damn. Reality = not great!
Tweet #3: White people are f-ing weird
Could they all be referencing me? Possibly. I don’t even know. I never called her rude though – I did answer and hang up on her. Then, again who knows what she did, where she went, how drunk she got, or what her night entailed. I sure don’t.
I’ll all over the place with this girl – part of me wants an LTR, part of me wants to just walk away.
Part of me wants an LTR for the sole purpose of working on my LTR game.
Part of me enjoys the female affection one gets from an LTR type of scenario.
Part of me doesn’t think this chick deserves me to take her on any dates right now after all of the complaining and then this flake.
Part of me thinks I completely fucked this up.
Part of me thinks I’m still good.
Part of me thinks I should stop stalking her Twitter feed whenever I want to know what’s going on with her – she doesn’t even know I know her screen name.
Part of me loves the ego boosts when I know a tweet is about me.
Part of me hates the ambiguity when I start to feel weird jealousy shit like a tweet may be about another guy.
Part of me thinks I can/should try to attempt to LTR her as an open relationship and go completely honest and tell her that I’m fucking other girls and she’s free to fuck other guys, but I’m willing to consider her my main chick. And, actually be honest about building/managing my harem
I thought I was pretty close to collecting her soul three weeks ago.
I have no idea where I am with her now.
Be Yourself: The Truth About Authentic Dating
Why So Many Relationships End at 90 Days
There really are NO BAD DATES!
How The Law of Attraction Can Help You Find Love
A Dude Diner’s Doctrine
Soundtrax To Your Life: Pre-Date Tunes
Ms. Awesome’s Advice for Men
Bad Relationships Aren’t Investments
How To Get A One Nite Stand Out Of Your Apartment
“Desperation is like stealing from the Mafia: you stand a good chance of attracting the wrong attention.” Doug Horton
A quick run down with Ghetto Club:
I thought I had her right where I wanted her. I thought I was pretty close to collecting her soul.
I failed the shit test the night we met to eat and I didn’t pay. ”We’re not having sex tonight” Gmac was the only one that picked up on that in the comments.
The next two days were solid text messages – her calling me “dear”, agreeing to rub my feet after a long day, etc.
Then, that Friday, she called me wanting to hang out. I said I’d call her back because I was busy. I called her back – at 2am, when I was leaving the club – for a booty call. She was also leaving the club on another side of town. I offered to come pick her up – she gave me a bunch of logistical excuses like she drove, Third Wheel rode with her, etc. Failed attempt. She texted me when she got home to let me know she got home and to say goodnight – I didn’t respond.
The next day, Saturday – she returns the favor, and calls me at 2am. I was at a bar talking to two chicks and don’t answer. But, then I call her back thinking maybe she wants a booty call. I should’ve known better. She had just gotten home from work and was “already in bed” and “just wanted to check up on [me].” She complains about me not texting her back the night before.
Then, the disastrous phone call.
I put her on ice for a week. Let her chill. No communication.
I pop back up the next week, text game. She hits me with a “Ooo I’m surprised you remember [me]” text. I ignore it, change the frame.
I meet up with her the next day, a Monday, in the park, I bring her some Polish food that my mother had cooked, because she’d never eaten Polish food before. We hang out in the park and walk around, then walk around the mall a bit. She wants to shop for a jacket for when she goes to London next month, but I don’t let her. Back at the car, she shows me her new tattoo. We kiss and leave.
I call her Wednesday night and talk shortly while I’m picking up a coffee at Starbucks to study. Nothing special, just usual normal conversation.
At some point, I start having desperation type thoughts. Crush type thoughts, Spaghetti type thoughts. Everything she does starts to elicit emotional reactions in my head – more importantly what she doesn’t do. She’s not texting me anymore. She used to hit me up all of the time, then I complained about it, and she hasn’t started a text conversation since. It did annoy me, I thought I wanted space. Now that she doesn’t do it, I miss it. Am I crazy?
She calls me Thursday night. I miss the call.
It’s now been three weeks since we last had sex. We’ve only seen each other twice in the past three weeks – the date where I didn’t pay, and the Polish food in the park. I feel like I need to fuck her again – for various reasons.
I realize I’m lazy. In the past when we’ve fucked, it’s been after dates, such as concerts and parties, long, we’ve spent a couple hours having fun together dates and then ravaged each other at the end. Now, I’ve just been hitting her up when I’m horny and expect her to jump at the chance to come over and fuck me – she doesn’t jump at such a chance, I’m learning.
For some reason, I still try this again – or at least that’s the plan. I have to work from 10pm to 2am Saturday night. I want to chill with her and fuck her after that. Maybe if I call her in the afternoon and set it up and destroy the logistical problems early I can make it happen?
I call her, she says she can’t hang out tonight, because’s volunteering at a festival downtown at 7pm. Her and Third Wheel, and then Third Wheel is spending the night at her house. I tell her she should get rid of Third Wheel later and come hang out with me, she laughs, “I can’t! She’s staying at my house!”
She calls me back like 5 minutes later – “Oh, well [Third Wheel] and [Fiasco] were supposed to be hanging out tonight anyway, but she didn’t text him back because she knew she’d be with me and she didn’t know if she could hang out with him – maybe we can all do something together?” “Oh, well, I’m working tonight, doing [blah blah blah].” “Oh.” ”But, let me call [Fiasco] and see what’s up.”
So, yeah… Fiasco has been texting/talking to Third Wheel lately. She’s very pretty with DD breasts. He wants to fuck her. He hasn’t hung out with her yet, it’s just been texts.
I call Fiasco. He says something like “Yeah, I was going to take her to the movies or something.” First date? Movies? I don’t like it, but I tell him what’s up and that I’m working from 10pm until 2am. I mention that maybe they could come up to where I’m working, and he could come up there and take Third Wheel somewhere else, then Ghetto Club could just chill with me at work.
I’m working out now, but I try to set something up… first I text shoot ideas back and forth with Fiasco.
Me, 3:14 pm: We might could take these hoes to an after-hours club….
Fiasco, 3:16 pm: [Third Wheel] is 20 tho
Me, 3:34 pm: You can get in after-hours spots at 18. They don’t even serve alcohol.
I start to think. It doesn’t matter what we do. I think my intial idea of getting them over and then Fiasco and Third Wheel going somewhere else and doing something else is a good idea. Based on the phone conversation I had with Fiasco, I thought he was on board with such an idea. He could take one chick on a date, and I could just be chilling with my chick – drink with here and spend some time with her while I’m working and making money.
I feel like it’s a solid plan.
I text Ghetto Club,
Me, 4:14 pm: What time yall volunteering shift end?
Her, 4:15 pm: I’m headin over there now and we won’t be done til like 10
Me, 4:17 pm: Alright. Just come [to where I'm working] after that. I’ll be in there working, [details], but [Fiasco] will stop thru too.
Her, 4:23 pm: Ok
So, it’s set up…..
I text Fiasco to let him know it’s on….
Me, 4:30 pm: They gone slide thru [my work] like 1130 or so [I made up the time, I thought they'd take awhile to get there after getting off of volunteering at 10.]
Fiasco, 4:39 pm: I wasn’t tyna kick it as a group
Me, 4:53 pm: Yeah, I know, that’s why I think you can take [Third Wheel] somewhere.. on like a late date. It really don’t matter where, just come up with a plan
Fiasco, 4:54 pm: U said they are coming together at 11 30..that deaded any plans I could have
Fiasco, 4:56 pm: Don’t take any of this wrong..im not tryna do the group thing tho..ill deal with it tho
Me, 5:04 pm: Theyre both working until 10 anyway… that’s why [Third Wheel] didn’t hit u back cuz she ain’t know if she could hang with you.
Me, 5:05 pm: How is chillin at 1130 deading plans? There’s plenty shit you could do – its a Saturday night in [city details]
Fiasco, 5:07 pm: I just don’t like u intervening, “theyre coming at 11 30″ I don’t like that
Fiasco, 5:08 pm: I know its stuff u could do at 11 30
Me, 5:11 pm: Intervening? I called you before I did it and talked to you about it…
Me, 5:12 pm: Bro, you gotta be more chill. I’m not tryna be a dick, but damn [Fiasco] everytime I do something to try to help you out you take shit the wrong way
Fiasco, 5:12 pm: Nvmnd..it would be better talk in person
Fiasco, 5:14 pm: Im an only child.. who had no father figure..so pardon me if I don’t want advice from someone my age..I am chill.. I just like doin my own thing.. like u already fucking with [ghetto club], it just seemed like intervening. U said u was gone be [working], I never said I wanted to double date
Fiasco, 5:16 pm: That’s why im usually so private with stuff
Fiasco, 5:22 pm: I don’t think ur being a dick..u just don’t understand me
Me, 5:31 pm: We have communication issues lol. I actually thought I explained my thought process when I was on the phone with you. Anyway yeah just me on the phone or we’ll catch up in person and chop it up cuz texting ain’t the way to go right now
Fiasco, 5:31 pm: Its cool
So, whatever… I take a nap, chill out a bit, and then at 10:00 I’m headed out the door.
I see a text from Ghetto Club,
Her, 9:41 pm: U at [where I'm working]
Me, 10:02 pm: Naw, not yet. I’ll be there in like 30 min…
And, here comes the flake….
Her, 10:40 pm: Ok well we gonna go hang out with some friends. Ttyl
Bad planning on my part. No times were exchanged. I was thinking her getting off of volunteering around 10 meant she wouldn’t be around until later, like 11:30. I wasn’t even planning on being up there until 10, and I knew I’d be late, so I knew 10:30 was more realistic. Looks like she texted me at 9:40 trying to see me, and then an hour later, decided to not wait around and make other plans.
Sucks.
She’s never flaked on me before for anything, so it pisses me off. Not gonna lie.
I just go to work and do what I was normally going to do anyway. I start drinking vodka and water, because it just taste like straight water to me and with a double shot in each glass, I’ll get drunk pretty quickly. My night is shot anyway.
I start to wonder what’s going to happen when Fiasco shows up at 11:30 to date Third Wheel. I get pissed of at Ghetto Club again for this.
Fiasco texts me,
Fiasco, 11:04 pm: I got a radiator leak ..
Fiasco, 11:26 pm: What yall doing?
I tell him that a friend of ours and a chick from high school are up here and I’m hanging out with them
Nothing special there, but he never shows up. I start thinking maybe he called Third Wheel and agreed to not meet her tonight. Which would’ve forced her to be a third wheel again when Ghetto Club was with her – could’ve lead to this flakery going on…
I text him later… once I’m drunk.
Me, 1:12 am: Have you talked to [Third Wheel] today?
Me, 1:13 am: I don’t even know what I’m allowed to say and not say to these hoes… please fill me
Fiasco, 1:17 am: Bro It Doesn’t Matter Lol We Can Talk About It Tomorrow
Me, 1:21 am: Have you talked to her today? I don’t even know what she knows/don’t knows
Fiasco, 1:27 am: Yea we talked
Me, 1:33 am: You said you wasn’t tryin a chill tongiht? Basically, I’ m just tryna find out why [Ghetto Club] being a bitch to me…
Oh yeah… that… I got drunk, and I was high already, and I was hungry. So, like a dumbass I couldn’t leave Ghetto Club alone. I texted her back:
Me, 12:44 am: I’ m hungry. Bring me some food.
Her, 12:45 am: ….. Ummmm Ill think about it.
Me, 12:47 am: Less thinking. More doing.
Her, 12:48 am: Naaa
Me, 12:52 am: Wrong answer
Her, 12:52 am: :)
Me, 12:55 am: For real girl. I’m [at place] working, so I can’t leave and I’m really hungry
Her, 12:56 am: I’m goin home boy [At the time I wasn't sure what this meant, I thought it meant "I'm goin" and then she was calling me "homeboy". Was she possibly about to buy me food? Now, I read it and realize it probably just means "I'm goin home" and she's calling me "boy". Yes, I feel stupid... but whatever...]
Me, 12:57 am: Translate. ”I’m goin home boy”… I have no idea what that means…
Her, 12:58 am: … Do the math.
Me, 1:00 am: Had two tests today…. no more math…
Her, 1:00 am: Ye ayea
Me, 1:02 am: [Fast food place], please. [Meal I want]
Her, 1:03 am: No tengo dinero
Me, 1:07 am: I’ll pay you back [At this point, I really was just trying to get some food and couldn't leave right then - I was honestly hungry as shit.]
Her, 1:25 am: Lol how ima buy something when I don’t have money?
Me, 1:33 am: You losing points right now [Ghetto Club]. [I was actually starting to get pissed. Well, no, scratch that, I'd been pissed at her ever since she flaked, but I try to frame in a lighter way than me being emotional and actually pissed off]
Me, 1:46 am: I’m drunk, high, and hungry….
Her, 1:47 am: Nobody told u to be drunk high n hungry
Her, 1:47 am: Lol
[At this point, I say fuck it, I'm just going to amuse myself and play the one word game. I'll just keep saying random shit until she stops responding.]
Me, 1:57 am: Firetruck
Her, 1:57 am: What
Me, 1:59 am: Australia
Her, 1:59 am: …
Me, 2:03 am: Hovercraft
Her, 2:03 am: No more drinking or drugs for u
Me, 2:05 am: Lawn mower
And, that was it. She didn’t respond after that, so I left it alone. At almost 4:00 am, I’m finally leaving, and guess who shows up?
Fiasco. Drunk as shit. Tries to shake my hand and misses. I’ve sobered up a bit at this point. I’m just looking at him, he’s rambling…. “yeah bro…. I talked to her bro… we agreed to just hang out tomorrow… she wasn’t trying to do the group thing either…. I didn’t think you were a dick bro… text messages…. bad form of communication… i could be calm, talking to you like I am now… and you could think I’m yelling at the top of my lungs…. “
I acknowledge him and just say, “alright bro”, but I’m actually kind of pissed at him too.
I go home and pass out.
At 4:53 am, I awake to the sound of my phone ringing. It’s Ghetto Club calling me. What the fuck does she want?
I answer and hang up, and go back to sleep.
I have no idea where I’m at now with this girl. I feel like my game is faltering. There’s a desparation to want to see her, because I haven’t seen her much lately. There’s a desperation to fuck her again, because I haven’t fucked her in three weeks. But, I think I’m going about it wrong. Like I said, we’ve only fucked after long, fun dates – no just spur of the moment, “come get this dick” type of shit. She doesn’t go for that – I’ve tried. Too many times now, probably. Although, I wonder if her calling me at 5am was a booty call? I have no idea…
Her twitter feed from that night shows the following three messages at around 5am:
Tweet #1: He so fineeee. I wanna ride his faceeee
Tweet #2: Lol I didn’t know life was full of soo many complications or that I was rude :/ damn. Reality = not great!
Tweet #3: White people are f-ing weird
Could they all be referencing me? Possibly. I don’t even know. I never called her rude though – I did answer and hang up on her. Then, again who knows what she did, where she went, how drunk she got, or what her night entailed. I sure don’t.
I’ll all over the place with this girl – part of me wants an LTR, part of me wants to just walk away.
Part of me wants an LTR for the sole purpose of working on my LTR game.
Part of me enjoys the female affection one gets from an LTR type of scenario.
Part of me doesn’t think this chick deserves me to take her on any dates right now after all of the complaining and then this flake.
Part of me thinks I completely fucked this up.
Part of me thinks I’m still good.
Part of me thinks I should stop stalking her Twitter feed whenever I want to know what’s going on with her – she doesn’t even know I know her screen name.
Part of me loves the ego boosts when I know a tweet is about me.
Part of me hates the ambiguity when I start to feel weird jealousy shit like a tweet may be about another guy.
Part of me thinks I can/should try to attempt to LTR her as an open relationship and go completely honest and tell her that I’m fucking other girls and she’s free to fuck other guys, but I’m willing to consider her my main chick. And, actually be honest about building/managing my harem
I thought I was pretty close to collecting her soul three weeks ago.
I have no idea where I am with her now.
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31.01.2025
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31.01.2025