MDgood
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This is long, but it's intersting, just like my johnson.
So here's the deal. I met up with four women over the weekend, should have been five, and now I have no clue what's going on, or what I want, or even what the hell I'm feeling. All the women have been mentioned in previous posts. From worst to best in order of interest level:
#1 and #2. The UG 4 and her friend, the HB 8.5. We were all supposed to meet up at a bar along with some other friends. The UG 4 shows up with some of her friends, some attractive, some not, some bytchy. The HB 8.5 for whatever reason doesn't show up, which isn't a big deal because it's a Thursday night, but scratch one anyway. I meet another fairly attractive girl, but after really getting some good connections going between us it turns out she's a total God-freak religious virgin who doesn't drink. I'm not having any of that, so I get drunk instead. These are self-admitted white trash girls, so my IL isn't sky high past getting laid.
#3. The HB 8.5 nurse. She invites me to a cookout with her friends. For some reason, I take a look at her and she looks dumpy, frumpled, and has a big a$$, much different than when I had seen her before; she must have been high maintenance. I stare at her a$$ and think to myself, "Good God, what if I married this chick and I had to live with an a$$ that big for the rest of my life???" She immediately goes down to an HB 7.5, and then I'm introduced to... the new boyfriend! I breathe a sigh of relief, though: I just discovered her a$$ was too big, and now I know there's absolutely no pressure on me. On a positive note, she had a lot of her single friends there, and I was flirted with from the time I arrived. I didn't bother getting numbers... just didn't feel like it... no chick really "did it" for me enough, although several were cute. But totally unexpected, up shows the HB 7.5's sister, the...
#2. The HB 9.75! However, there's been a problem with the HB 9.75. I've known her for 6 years, and things were fine between us for a long time, but as soon as I broke up with my girlfriend she stopped talking to me, stopped making eye contact with me, etc. It's the oddest thing, and my friends think so, too, because she'll call and talk on the phone with me without problems. I am only left with the thought that she knows I'm interested, and she's not interested, so she's ignoring me as a sign to back off. I, on the other hand, having seen many beautiful women in my life, am like, well, fukk her, whatever, so I am ganji'ing her right back.
Subdrama #1: Competition! The HB 9.75 met some foreign guy on a beach 2000 miles away from here almost two years ago, hung out with him for a month, and hasn't seen him since. Now she's claiming to be in love with him after she hasn't seen him in almost two years. She's flying out this week to see him for a few days. When you understand that she is a total virgin, never laid, 24 years old, turns down guy after guy, she has religious leanings, it makes sense: she's getting desperate, and she's built this guy up in her mind to meet her emotional needs. She needs to go see this guy, I think, so she'll realize he's not all that special.
Subdrama #2: Sweet revenge! So I'm at the party, it's getting late, the HB 7.5 (recently reduced from a HB 8.5 due to an overbearing a$$) is sitting and talking to her sister the HB 9.75, along with another friend. At the other end of the table, being hit on by an ugly guy, is a rare perfect 10... this girl is so beautiful in every physical aspect that I swear to God she makes Cameron Diaz look like a shyt in a public toilet. She dwarfs the HB 9.75 in beauty. She's gotta be closer to an HB 14. Anyway, the HB 9.75 is talking about this guy in the other state blah blah blah. I am near smashed, holding my beer, sitting a little away from them, sort of being in the conversation, mostly not, but feeling really uncomfortabl because these are the only people I really know, and I'm too drunk to effectively introduce myself to another girl without slobering on her. I am thinking, please God, save me, I feel like the loser guy dork, save me.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, the HB 14 points at me from across the table. I'm so messed up I'm thinking, I don't know the chick, no way she's pointing at me. I ignore it and continue my love affair with my cup of beer. She points more vigorously at me. I look around and point at myself and shrug my shoulders. The HB 14 nods and waves at me to come over and sit next to her. I look up to the heavens and say, "Thanks, Jesus..." and sit next to her. Me and the HB 14 are now almost directly across the table from the HB 9.75. I know I'm there to help get the other guy off of her, which is cool, because he's drunk and getting a little too touchy. We proceed to talk in low voices immediately about relationships. She tells me she's in love with a friend of hers who is not paying attention to her. I say, "Hey, that's a coincidence, me too! In fact, she's sitting directly across from you!" The HB 14 very slyly uses her eyes to point across the table to the HB 9.75, confirming it is indeed she. "Right," I say, "So do me a big favor, will you? Look me deeply in the eyes, smile, giggle, and do a hair flip, please." The HB 14 responds perfectly. We continue for ten minutes or so, and the effects were awesome. I look at the HB 9.75, and her body positioning has gone from straight up and confident to where her upper body is almost directly lying on top of the table, head in her hands, mumbling. It was sweet. Teaches her the important lesson that, yeah, she can ignore me, but hot chicks still want me.
#5. The HB 8.5. The ex-girlfriend/almost fiancee! She's been calling me trying to get back together. The only reason I'm talking to her is because she's a sweet girl, highly intelligent, everybody loves her, she's got the best personality, and I respect her... she just had some commitment issues. Anyway, I met up with her over the weekend, and oops, we hooked up. Now I'm feeling all these emotions for her again, and chicks 1 - 4 are suddenly not as important.
So that's my status report. I've never been so confused in all my life. Any suggestions on how to proceed?
So here's the deal. I met up with four women over the weekend, should have been five, and now I have no clue what's going on, or what I want, or even what the hell I'm feeling. All the women have been mentioned in previous posts. From worst to best in order of interest level:
#1 and #2. The UG 4 and her friend, the HB 8.5. We were all supposed to meet up at a bar along with some other friends. The UG 4 shows up with some of her friends, some attractive, some not, some bytchy. The HB 8.5 for whatever reason doesn't show up, which isn't a big deal because it's a Thursday night, but scratch one anyway. I meet another fairly attractive girl, but after really getting some good connections going between us it turns out she's a total God-freak religious virgin who doesn't drink. I'm not having any of that, so I get drunk instead. These are self-admitted white trash girls, so my IL isn't sky high past getting laid.
#3. The HB 8.5 nurse. She invites me to a cookout with her friends. For some reason, I take a look at her and she looks dumpy, frumpled, and has a big a$$, much different than when I had seen her before; she must have been high maintenance. I stare at her a$$ and think to myself, "Good God, what if I married this chick and I had to live with an a$$ that big for the rest of my life???" She immediately goes down to an HB 7.5, and then I'm introduced to... the new boyfriend! I breathe a sigh of relief, though: I just discovered her a$$ was too big, and now I know there's absolutely no pressure on me. On a positive note, she had a lot of her single friends there, and I was flirted with from the time I arrived. I didn't bother getting numbers... just didn't feel like it... no chick really "did it" for me enough, although several were cute. But totally unexpected, up shows the HB 7.5's sister, the...
#2. The HB 9.75! However, there's been a problem with the HB 9.75. I've known her for 6 years, and things were fine between us for a long time, but as soon as I broke up with my girlfriend she stopped talking to me, stopped making eye contact with me, etc. It's the oddest thing, and my friends think so, too, because she'll call and talk on the phone with me without problems. I am only left with the thought that she knows I'm interested, and she's not interested, so she's ignoring me as a sign to back off. I, on the other hand, having seen many beautiful women in my life, am like, well, fukk her, whatever, so I am ganji'ing her right back.
Subdrama #1: Competition! The HB 9.75 met some foreign guy on a beach 2000 miles away from here almost two years ago, hung out with him for a month, and hasn't seen him since. Now she's claiming to be in love with him after she hasn't seen him in almost two years. She's flying out this week to see him for a few days. When you understand that she is a total virgin, never laid, 24 years old, turns down guy after guy, she has religious leanings, it makes sense: she's getting desperate, and she's built this guy up in her mind to meet her emotional needs. She needs to go see this guy, I think, so she'll realize he's not all that special.
Subdrama #2: Sweet revenge! So I'm at the party, it's getting late, the HB 7.5 (recently reduced from a HB 8.5 due to an overbearing a$$) is sitting and talking to her sister the HB 9.75, along with another friend. At the other end of the table, being hit on by an ugly guy, is a rare perfect 10... this girl is so beautiful in every physical aspect that I swear to God she makes Cameron Diaz look like a shyt in a public toilet. She dwarfs the HB 9.75 in beauty. She's gotta be closer to an HB 14. Anyway, the HB 9.75 is talking about this guy in the other state blah blah blah. I am near smashed, holding my beer, sitting a little away from them, sort of being in the conversation, mostly not, but feeling really uncomfortabl because these are the only people I really know, and I'm too drunk to effectively introduce myself to another girl without slobering on her. I am thinking, please God, save me, I feel like the loser guy dork, save me.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, the HB 14 points at me from across the table. I'm so messed up I'm thinking, I don't know the chick, no way she's pointing at me. I ignore it and continue my love affair with my cup of beer. She points more vigorously at me. I look around and point at myself and shrug my shoulders. The HB 14 nods and waves at me to come over and sit next to her. I look up to the heavens and say, "Thanks, Jesus..." and sit next to her. Me and the HB 14 are now almost directly across the table from the HB 9.75. I know I'm there to help get the other guy off of her, which is cool, because he's drunk and getting a little too touchy. We proceed to talk in low voices immediately about relationships. She tells me she's in love with a friend of hers who is not paying attention to her. I say, "Hey, that's a coincidence, me too! In fact, she's sitting directly across from you!" The HB 14 very slyly uses her eyes to point across the table to the HB 9.75, confirming it is indeed she. "Right," I say, "So do me a big favor, will you? Look me deeply in the eyes, smile, giggle, and do a hair flip, please." The HB 14 responds perfectly. We continue for ten minutes or so, and the effects were awesome. I look at the HB 9.75, and her body positioning has gone from straight up and confident to where her upper body is almost directly lying on top of the table, head in her hands, mumbling. It was sweet. Teaches her the important lesson that, yeah, she can ignore me, but hot chicks still want me.
#5. The HB 8.5. The ex-girlfriend/almost fiancee! She's been calling me trying to get back together. The only reason I'm talking to her is because she's a sweet girl, highly intelligent, everybody loves her, she's got the best personality, and I respect her... she just had some commitment issues. Anyway, I met up with her over the weekend, and oops, we hooked up. Now I'm feeling all these emotions for her again, and chicks 1 - 4 are suddenly not as important.
So that's my status report. I've never been so confused in all my life. Any suggestions on how to proceed?
