DMSR76
Senior Don Juan
I'm big on self-assessment. Even when I think I've done the right thing, I'm game for constructive criticism. Just wanted to get a take or two on a recent incident...
This past weekend I was doing my usual Fall Saturday ritual of checking out a few games and relaxing a bit. Late that afternoon I got a call from a chick that has been an off-and-on FB for some three years now. She's a legit 9/10 who I would never trust enough to have a relationship with, but she happens to be a good lay. It is what it is. She wanted to know what I had planned for the evening, and wanted to hang out/ have a drink. I told her that I had plans to go to a sports bar to watch the USC-Ohio State game, but that she was welcome to stop by.
I watched the first half of the game at the bar and talked intermittently with by brother and my best friend who live in other states. Just your basic football banter, but it's something we do on some Saturdays when big games are on.
The chick showed up about halftime and we had drinks and appetizers. Everything seemed fine. My brother and my best friend (a fellow USC fan) called and we talked briefly (less than 3 mins in each case). I also exchanged a couple texts with both guys during key moments of the game. The chick got a little pissy and attempted to shame me in both instances. I've known her for quite a while and things have always been light between us; consequently, I've never known her to be serious during her rare 'tantrums'. Besides, she was texting people the whole time we were there (not unusual), and (as usual) I didn't care. She didn't watch the game at all... just texted and flirted with me and one of the waitresses (she switch hits). I told her about my Saturday ritual as an explanation for the phone calls. She persisted with the (assumed playful) pissyness. In meantime, she asked me to accompany her to a club after the game ended, and I agreed.
The game ended in dramatic fashion, and I walked to the bar to pay my tab. Predictably, my best friend called and we recapped the second half of the game (less than a five minute conversation). I ended the conversation while leaving the bar, all while catching major attitude from the chick. She said I was rude. I didn't disagree, and I apologized to her. She didn't accept the apology, but acted as though she still wanted to go out.
She trailed me to my place to freshen up a bit, and I attempted to touch and flirt with her like normal. She wasn't having it. At this point she was in major ***** mode. She still refused to acknowledge my apology, and she brought the situation to a head by remarking that I wouldn't "get any tonight" because of my rudeness. (WTF???)
Needless to say, this pissed me off royally. I didn't give a damn about the sex, but I was taken aback at the idea that she'd dare attempt a power move by attempting to control me with her *****. (She's always known me to be as no-nonsense and headstrong they come, and she knows my philosophy about gender roles and such.) I immediately grunted "fugg it then" and told her to leave. The look on her face was priceless. (Wisely without a word) she grabbed her purse and left.
It kinda sucks because this girl was one of a few non-platonic women that I'd actually gotten along with for an extended period of time. Was I wrong here? This account is exactly as it happened.
This past weekend I was doing my usual Fall Saturday ritual of checking out a few games and relaxing a bit. Late that afternoon I got a call from a chick that has been an off-and-on FB for some three years now. She's a legit 9/10 who I would never trust enough to have a relationship with, but she happens to be a good lay. It is what it is. She wanted to know what I had planned for the evening, and wanted to hang out/ have a drink. I told her that I had plans to go to a sports bar to watch the USC-Ohio State game, but that she was welcome to stop by.
I watched the first half of the game at the bar and talked intermittently with by brother and my best friend who live in other states. Just your basic football banter, but it's something we do on some Saturdays when big games are on.
The chick showed up about halftime and we had drinks and appetizers. Everything seemed fine. My brother and my best friend (a fellow USC fan) called and we talked briefly (less than 3 mins in each case). I also exchanged a couple texts with both guys during key moments of the game. The chick got a little pissy and attempted to shame me in both instances. I've known her for quite a while and things have always been light between us; consequently, I've never known her to be serious during her rare 'tantrums'. Besides, she was texting people the whole time we were there (not unusual), and (as usual) I didn't care. She didn't watch the game at all... just texted and flirted with me and one of the waitresses (she switch hits). I told her about my Saturday ritual as an explanation for the phone calls. She persisted with the (assumed playful) pissyness. In meantime, she asked me to accompany her to a club after the game ended, and I agreed.
The game ended in dramatic fashion, and I walked to the bar to pay my tab. Predictably, my best friend called and we recapped the second half of the game (less than a five minute conversation). I ended the conversation while leaving the bar, all while catching major attitude from the chick. She said I was rude. I didn't disagree, and I apologized to her. She didn't accept the apology, but acted as though she still wanted to go out.
She trailed me to my place to freshen up a bit, and I attempted to touch and flirt with her like normal. She wasn't having it. At this point she was in major ***** mode. She still refused to acknowledge my apology, and she brought the situation to a head by remarking that I wouldn't "get any tonight" because of my rudeness. (WTF???)
Needless to say, this pissed me off royally. I didn't give a damn about the sex, but I was taken aback at the idea that she'd dare attempt a power move by attempting to control me with her *****. (She's always known me to be as no-nonsense and headstrong they come, and she knows my philosophy about gender roles and such.) I immediately grunted "fugg it then" and told her to leave. The look on her face was priceless. (Wisely without a word) she grabbed her purse and left.
It kinda sucks because this girl was one of a few non-platonic women that I'd actually gotten along with for an extended period of time. Was I wrong here? This account is exactly as it happened.
