MikeYikes122
Master Don Juan
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Me and a couple of my friends hung out at a buddy's place last night. The normal plan on the night of two days before Thanksgiving is to go out and have a good time, but for some reason no one was up for it, so instead we just stayed in and drank and enjoyed each others' company.
Anyway, I was there mainly because a girl who I kind of met through some of my friends was throwing me a lot of signals, pleading with me to hangout with her, etc. It was pretty much understood that her and i were about to get together, and last night was going to be the night that it was going down. One of her friends probably had way too much to drink and even referred to me in everyone's company as "the boytoy" or something that was kind of awkward like that.
I arrived at my buddy's place, and the girl who I was going to hook up with was already visibly very drunk and was saying something about taking tequila shots. She also was acting disinterested in me after texting me/instant messaging me all afternoon/evening. I couldn't tell if her disinterest was because she was worried she'd came on too strong or if she was just drunk or shy or something.
After a drinking game, I finally got her to warm up to me. She was wearing ballerina shoes or some dancing shoes for some reason, and I rubbed my foot onto her's and started teasing her about not being able to wear high heels.
The move worked, and she started opening up to me a little bit. We were talking, and I could tell she was into me. That is, until my drunk a$$ friend sat down and started flirting with her. I have a pretty good feeling he was oblivious to what was going on between her and I, so I don't fault him for his behavior at all.
He did, however, cause her to get weirded out and frustrated or something. After not talking to me for about 25 minutes, she ran downstairs and crawled into bed with her friend (a girl). I never saw her again the rest of the night, and I ended up just passing out on my buddy's couch alone.
And my feelings this morning? I'm not frustrated or pi$$ed off at myself at all. I really honestly do not give a sh!t at all. I'm not angry at myself for blowing it, and I'm not angry at my friend for ****blocking me. I'm just looking forward to going home and eating my mom's cooking in a few hours here.
Two years ago or even a year ago I would have been banging my head over this incident. I'm kind of a perfectionist and I hate losing at anything, so I would have been playing Monday morning quarterback trying to figure out where I went wrong or if perhaps my buddy actually ended up hooking up with her (which I think there might have been a slight chance of). Instead, I'm just looking forward to Thanksgiving.
In the end I guess I really deep down inside realize she is just some girl. In the past, I would have spent much of today telling myself this sentiment and not really believing it to try to keep the evening from hurting my confidence. But in the end, I guess internally I have finally just stopped tying my confidence to girls entirely.
In summation, not giving a sh!t is great.
Anyway, I was there mainly because a girl who I kind of met through some of my friends was throwing me a lot of signals, pleading with me to hangout with her, etc. It was pretty much understood that her and i were about to get together, and last night was going to be the night that it was going down. One of her friends probably had way too much to drink and even referred to me in everyone's company as "the boytoy" or something that was kind of awkward like that.
I arrived at my buddy's place, and the girl who I was going to hook up with was already visibly very drunk and was saying something about taking tequila shots. She also was acting disinterested in me after texting me/instant messaging me all afternoon/evening. I couldn't tell if her disinterest was because she was worried she'd came on too strong or if she was just drunk or shy or something.
After a drinking game, I finally got her to warm up to me. She was wearing ballerina shoes or some dancing shoes for some reason, and I rubbed my foot onto her's and started teasing her about not being able to wear high heels.
The move worked, and she started opening up to me a little bit. We were talking, and I could tell she was into me. That is, until my drunk a$$ friend sat down and started flirting with her. I have a pretty good feeling he was oblivious to what was going on between her and I, so I don't fault him for his behavior at all.
He did, however, cause her to get weirded out and frustrated or something. After not talking to me for about 25 minutes, she ran downstairs and crawled into bed with her friend (a girl). I never saw her again the rest of the night, and I ended up just passing out on my buddy's couch alone.
And my feelings this morning? I'm not frustrated or pi$$ed off at myself at all. I really honestly do not give a sh!t at all. I'm not angry at myself for blowing it, and I'm not angry at my friend for ****blocking me. I'm just looking forward to going home and eating my mom's cooking in a few hours here.
Two years ago or even a year ago I would have been banging my head over this incident. I'm kind of a perfectionist and I hate losing at anything, so I would have been playing Monday morning quarterback trying to figure out where I went wrong or if perhaps my buddy actually ended up hooking up with her (which I think there might have been a slight chance of). Instead, I'm just looking forward to Thanksgiving.
In the end I guess I really deep down inside realize she is just some girl. In the past, I would have spent much of today telling myself this sentiment and not really believing it to try to keep the evening from hurting my confidence. But in the end, I guess internally I have finally just stopped tying my confidence to girls entirely.
In summation, not giving a sh!t is great.
