Marlimus
Senior Don Juan
My burning passion for self-improvement had been waning over the last couple days. Hadn't been going to the gym. Neglected my acne regimen, and it flared up again.
I met a chick in the cafeteria today who I knew had a boyfriend but I was sure she like me. she says she wants some economics tutoring tonight for her big exam, I say sure, come on over.
I spend an hour and a half, with this chick in spite of the fact that I had (have!!!) a midterm to study for tomorrow (well technically its today, now) 100% sure I was getting my kiss close. She gets ready to leave. I had been kinoing her while I was explaining the cross elasticity of demand and tax incidence blahblah.
I move in for the kiss close, nervous, but still sure of victory. This chick is a 6.5 at best. And I'm Marlimus. Surprise, surprise. The cheek turn. She says thanks for everything and then leaves.
I kick myself for what was basically an AFC relapse.(Maybe I need to hit the gym, get plenty of liquids, and take some 'Pook' 3 times a day for a speedy recovery!)
But then I started to laugh like a madman. Because I KNEW. My game was steadily improving. I was steadily improving. I had hotter chicks than her on the horizon, things look bright. I laughed because her rejection was just the thing i needed. The fires have been rekindled. It is she who is losing out in the end.
I met a chick in the cafeteria today who I knew had a boyfriend but I was sure she like me. she says she wants some economics tutoring tonight for her big exam, I say sure, come on over.
I spend an hour and a half, with this chick in spite of the fact that I had (have!!!) a midterm to study for tomorrow (well technically its today, now) 100% sure I was getting my kiss close. She gets ready to leave. I had been kinoing her while I was explaining the cross elasticity of demand and tax incidence blahblah.
I move in for the kiss close, nervous, but still sure of victory. This chick is a 6.5 at best. And I'm Marlimus. Surprise, surprise. The cheek turn. She says thanks for everything and then leaves.
I kick myself for what was basically an AFC relapse.(Maybe I need to hit the gym, get plenty of liquids, and take some 'Pook' 3 times a day for a speedy recovery!)
But then I started to laugh like a madman. Because I KNEW. My game was steadily improving. I was steadily improving. I had hotter chicks than her on the horizon, things look bright. I laughed because her rejection was just the thing i needed. The fires have been rekindled. It is she who is losing out in the end.