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| quote: | Originally posted by Seventil
Bah. :P
Continuing story...
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So we're sitting there drinking and I seriously can't get this girl from talking about herself. She is getting drunk now and I am a little which is helping the situation because I can tolerate her lack of care for anyone else but her a little better.
Now check this shit out.
After about 3 or 4 Coronas for me and about 7 Breezers for me, she decides that she hasn't showered after going in the hottub and she announces this to myself and the ever growing crowd of guys that seem to have surrounded our table. While she does say "Hi" to pretty much seemingly every guy on the way to and from the bar, and this in my mind is of course telling me "Slut!", I am now to the point where judgement may be a bit altered. I am, however, still repulsed by her very presence.
So after her "I need to go take a shower" comment, she grabs me and we head out the door. I'm thinking to myself this is a like a broke-ass porn movie start or something...
Interject reason and logic. Unfortunately it wasn't self proppelled, sadly enough. As I'm walking out the door, a couple Australian guys give me a Fight Club-head nod - but this guy named Gus, the guy I know the best, looks at the girl, then to me, and gives me a sort of "Ahh fuck mate, not that bitch" sort of look. Now this, for some reason, rings in my head as we walk back to what looks like to be her place...
Anyway, I had a series of moments of self-realization on the way back. I started trying to "harness the chi" - and I think God heard me, because the bitch started playing games with me. She was like, you know, I think I'm just going to go to bed - I could tell she wanted me to try and persuede her and get all normal-guy with her.
Now, before I go on, I must say that when I'm drunk I can be a bit straightforward and brutal.
So, with this "she wants me to beg for it" thought in my head - I actually said this to her:
Me: "So, this is the part where I beg and hope that I end up in your room?" (She gave me a weird look)
Me: (Gives her weird look)
Her: "Asshole"
Me: "Wow, that's the first real thing you've said all day."
Her: "What's that supposed to mean?"
Me: "You haven't asked me one question all day. Don't you think that's weird?"
Her: (Awkward silence)
Me: "I got shit to do. Actually, I don't. I'm going to bed. Good game, kid."
Her: (the worst look ever)
Haha. So, I feel bad about it now that I've sobered up. That's the second time I've used the "Good game, kid" line. The first time the girl wanted to kick my ass. I'm pretty sure it's the same way now. Sadly, I tried to give some bullshit excuse after that like "Bah, sorry I'm probably just drunk" or whatever (wish I hadn't) - but I'm pretty sure this girl will never speak to me again.
So, I'm happy with myself that I didn't sleep with her. I'm going to ask around and see if she's a slut bag.
UWM, what's the Vegas odds?
Sorry if you guys were expecting some crazy sex story.  |
that is class, nice one! 
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