Discussion in 'Chit Chat' started by dcwilson26, Jul 4, 2006.
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Thanks for sharing that Agar. If you ask nicely I am sure Jake will help you out with that little problem. :O
Um.... my condolences to you? =/
Send in the Bills!!!
Is this a cry for help Agar?!?! If so everyone here will put in some money and buy you a woman, since prostituition is legal in Nevada!
Is there anything I can do to help?
Ewww, don't do that. Plenty of available women in Vegas without paying for sex. (Although, in the end, we all pay in one way or another.)
Dating for many is just prostitution without the negative connotation. You still pay for sex. If you don't put out then she won't.
Jake is very jaded and has a depressing world view with respect to relationships.
Absolutely I am jaded. I see negatives in most things popular. I like to think that my jaded views speak for at least some truth. If nothing else, that makes me a more honest person than most.
Get active, join a club. Or if you have no interests, develop some. By doing things with people with similar interests you'll meet people.
But don't join something like an anime club or you'll just end up at a lan party trading porn in the wee hours of the morning.
The reason I'm never getting laid is because the world hates me. So here's what happened last weekend... Sorry for the length but its an interesting story, at least to me...
I drove from Vegas to Santa Barbara for my best friend's wedding. I was his best man and I didn't know two of his wife's bridesmaids. When I first saw the Maid of Honor, I was taken back. She was gorgeous! I talked with her and her friends during the rehersal dinner and they seemed genuinly interested in me. Now, if you don't already know, I don't get that many women. And if I do, they are not even close to as hot as this girl. Being the maid of honor, she was taunting me about how good her toast was and how she had written it out and all the other girls cried when they heard it. So the gauntlet was thrown down and I hadn't even begun to think about what I was going to say.
So that night I stayed up all night thinking about what to say. I also wanted to make the toast sweet as well as funny to earn points with the ladies. The next day, the wedding went by without a hitch and was very nice. After pictures we arrived at the reception and ate, drank and joked around. Then the moment came when I was to give my toast. With no written notes and only a vague idea of what I wanted to say, I was able to give an amazing toast. Afterwards people were congratulating me on a great toast and all the girls were saying how sweet it was and how it made them cry. Some people even bought me drinks at the bar.
From this point on, I was no longer just some dorky looking guy in a suit. I was the most eligible bachellor there. I could barely find any time to talk to people because the girls were grabbing me and pulling me out on to the dance floor. For the first time in my life, I really had confidence. I even joked with my parents who had never seen me this outgoing before. I told them that the next song was going to be a slow song so I was going to stand over by the dance floor and see who took the bait. My parents both laughed and thought I was crazy, but as soon as the music started, the Maid of Honor ran over and pulled me out on to the dance floor. While we danced she asked me if she had a place to stay next time she was in Vegas. I gladly said yes.
It was now time for the throwing of the bouquet and garter. If you have ever been to a wedding, you know that the bouquet is a free-for-all but the garter is usually thrown to a chosen person. Yup, I caught the garter and got my own personal dance with the 5'10" hottie who caught the bouquet.
I was on top of the world. While I was sitting next to the groom, he jokingly asked one of the bridesmaids who was holding a drink if she was drunk enough to hook up with me tonight. (He always says stuff like that because he's an ass and the answer is always no.) But this time she said, "Yeah, probably." And this wasn't even the girl I was pursuing.
I got to dance the last dance with the Maid of Honor and when the reception ended, the Maid of Honor and the drunk bridesmaid asked me to come over to their hotel room in the hotel right next to mine and have some drinks. The populatity of my toast, the romance of the wedding, and the lower standards from the alcohol had put me in a position to possibly hook up with a girl who was totally out of my league.
I got their numbers and went back to my room to change clothes. When I was done I called the bridesmaid and as soon as she picked up I knew that something was wrong. She was crying and I could hear the sounds of a freeway in the background. She said something about the hotel and driving and then she said she had to call me back.
Minutes later, the Maid of Honor calls and tells me how the hotel had lost their reservation for the 2nd night and that they had to call their parents to come pick them up and drive them to their hotel downtown about 5 miles away. By the time they moved all their stuff, it was almost 2am and too late to do anything. And even if it wasn't, we couldn't find a place to drink and have privacy from our parents. All the effort I put forth and the power I received from this magic night was all for nothing. A seemingly total waste.
The next morning we met up for one last goodbye at Dennys before I had to head back to Vegas and they had to head back to Burbank, CA. The Miad of Honor showed up in these tiny soccer shorts and a white tank top and no make-up and oddly she looked 10 times hotter than she looked all made-up at the wedding. We hugged goodbye and they both said they would come stay at my place sometime in September. As I watched them drive away, I couldn't help but think that I had probably seen them for the last time. Soon this wedding, along with myself, will just be a distant memory to these two very attractive girls who I'm sure will find another guy to capture their attention in no time.
I was given this one chance and I made the most of it and in the end, the world decided to screw me over once again. I had all but given up on the thought of someday completing that perfect night when I got a text message on my phone from the Maid of Honor wishing me a happy 4th of July and to stay safe. She hasn't forgotten me yet, so the faint becon of hope still burns. Maybe there is hope for me afterall, and maybe this is another way for the world to build up my confidence and smash it into a million little pieces. Either way, I will keep you posted...
If you read this, you must be really bored. When I write these long stories its mostly for my own satisfaction. It always helps me to write what I am thinking when I am feeling down. The internet is always the best listener.
It may have been a blessing in disguise. Alcohol + rushed sex is bad IMO, especially the alcohol part.
I am of the same opinion, but they always put on tons of makeup. =\
Holy shit dude, you have an amazing night, prove to yourself that you ARE attractive to the opposite sex, MULTIPLE times... then due to one bit of bad planning, your expectations are dashed for the night. You look at this and say "I'm NEVER getting laid" and blame a conspiracy of the heavens, whereas anybody else would say "Man, all the pieces were there, it just didn't come together in the end because of one little ****up."
There is probably nothing you could have done to mend this evening once the girls got word of having to move. Realize that this is JUST a bad coincidence, and nothing more. Guys who get laid all the time have bad nights too, out of their control.
By saying "I'm never getting laid" you are in effect making it true. If you believe that it's not going to happen, it's not going to happen. When you blame forces outside of your control, you lose control of the whole situation.
Look at this event merely as educational; what was good and what you could have done differently. For example, What Was Good: you had a FUN night, this is #1; justified your ability to mingle and socialize with the opposite sex... nothing can take that away from you, you HAVE it and you can USE it, you just have to want to use it; muliple women indicated their desire to sleep with you, this is an ego boost. What You Could Have Done Differently: not gotten so attached to the women you were hang around with, because what could have possibly come out of a drunken hook-up with a bridesmaid?; not gotten so down in the dumps when things didn't go your way... rarely is a night perfect, and the fantastic time you had before the distaster should have served as a warning to you that anything and everything could go wrong any minute.
Gotta agree with harley, dude. It sucks that the night didn't end the way you wanted, but don't let that discourage you. You obviously have some game. Get out there and use it.
And as J said, it may be a blessing in disguise. Random hookups rarely evolve into anything more substantial. Stay in touch with this girl, let her know you're interested and available (without being desperate or creepy about it, it's a fine line). Trust me, it'll make the reward all the sweeter at the end.
By the way, no one is "out of your league." If you're going in with that attitude you've already lost.
You just need to stay confident in any situation and you will come out on top or pretty damn close! My Wife Models and does Kung Fu. I would never think to hook up with a girl like her but I always had confidence around women. Confidence and be yourself.....Agar you will win or I'm sending you a mail order bride!
Thanks guys. I probably wouldn't have had sex with either of them even if everything went perfect. The "I'm never gettig laid" was just an expression. I just wanted something to put a stamp on the night before I had to head back so that they would definately come see me in Vegas. And about the getting down on myself... the only reason I am really down right now is because of two things. #1) My friend is never getting married again and I will never be the best man at a wedding with a bunch of hot, single college girls. #2) This isn't the first time or even the second or third time that the world has shit on me like this. It seems that whenever things start to go well for me with women, something out of my control has to happen to screw me over. The fact that I think I am unlucky rarely gets in my way but hits me like a brick everytime something like this happens. As I look back on my experiences with women, just as I do with poker (which I don't even play anymore because my luck has gotten so bad), I see nothing but a string of bad luck and bad experiences. Its hard to gain confidence when there is nothing to draw confidence from. Its like dealing poker... until I get in there and deal a round of poker, I have no choice but to be nervous and scared of dealing. But it only takes ONE time to set your confidence for life. I'm turning 24 next week and I still haven't had that one good time to give me the confidence and experience I need for the rest of my life.
Even if you had hooked up it would have been a long distance relationship which would have failed soon there after. You're better off not getting into that situation.
And I'm never going to graduate high school again, or ride a bike for the first time again, or anything like that. Some events in life are only special because you make them special. You're making this one special because you're obsessing over how it didn't turn out your way.
I am getting pulled out of the door, I will reply to this tomorrow during work.
I forgot to say something like this in my last post, but you took the words out of my mouth; listen to this man.
"out of your league" = "psycho bitch", "incredibly shallow", "a complete mismatch". Like he said, no such thing as out of your league.
It's not about luck with anything, really... coincidences are coincidences but it's how you handle them that matters. I think you did what I would have done, so gj.
want to meet girls? Go join some kind of club... my uncle moved to Vegas two years ago knowing nobody and now has many friends from work, his off-roading club, and his gun club. It just takes a little research to find out what's going on and where.
By the way, how's work? Has dealing at a casino completely put you off card games?
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