We've all got stories, but I remember one pretty vividly back in college.
When I was a freshman, my college mates told me about this one chic that they were "familiar" with. They shared stories of how they did this, how they did that, and they urged me to check her out and get a piece.
So I asked her out to lunch. We ate at the cafeteria, and I allowed her to talk on the phone for 45 mins while I was just standing there looking at her. She got off the phone, apologized, and told me she had to go see "someone."
The next week, we had lunch again, and I put my moves on her, asking her to come to my dorm to watch a movie (worst off, it was a CARTOON movie that I suggested). She told me that it was cute, but another guy had invited her to watch this "sick porn" that she heard about. Yeah...
Anyway, it never happened and I shrugged off my guy friends whenever they brought it up.
When I was a freshman, my college mates told me about this one chic that they were "familiar" with. They shared stories of how they did this, how they did that, and they urged me to check her out and get a piece.
So I asked her out to lunch. We ate at the cafeteria, and I allowed her to talk on the phone for 45 mins while I was just standing there looking at her. She got off the phone, apologized, and told me she had to go see "someone."
The next week, we had lunch again, and I put my moves on her, asking her to come to my dorm to watch a movie (worst off, it was a CARTOON movie that I suggested). She told me that it was cute, but another guy had invited her to watch this "sick porn" that she heard about. Yeah...
Anyway, it never happened and I shrugged off my guy friends whenever they brought it up.