My Night July 22nd Continued And the $650 lesson.

[alterin]

So, I feel like I should close out this story that didn't quite end before. Home girl from the bar that I made out with, her name was Erin. I tried calling her the next day at like 4ish(Did not leave message). She sent me a text later asking about who it was. She said she had fun. I told her next time will be better. I tried calling her again the next day at noonish(Again no message). I called her later at about 11ish. I hit all the time "areas" over a time period of 2 days. So this time I left a message. It went along the lines of, "So I'm trying to get a hold of you on the phone because I want to ask you out. I can't just send a text because that's kinda tacky. I mean leaving a message telling you I'm going to ask you out is tacky too, but I think it's less so." She sends a text back a few hours later, "I got your message. I'd call you back, but it's loud here." So I call her the next day(saturday), and I leave a call me back message. She never replies.

Come around Wednesday, I'm annoyed. This girl approached me. We had a good time. She gave me her number. She won't give me a call back? I'm in that, I hope you show up tonight again, and buy me a drink so I can tell you off mood. So at Karaoke, my lesbian friends have some more lesbians friends giving another lesbian a going away party. It's me, 15 lesbians, and some bi-chicks. Only two of the dykes are butchey, so Erin, who did show up, only knew I was surrounded by girls. (My lesbian-dar works fairly well btw!) Erin delivers me a sake bomb. I'm like what's this? "This is yours." Anyone else want this cause I don't want it. No takers. So I take back to Erin, and I'm like I don't know what kind of game your playing. But I certainly don't want your drink. I was seriously interested, and if you want to lead me on and play whatever games your playing, no thanks!

She starts crying! Nice guy instincts fling on. We end up talking. I don't remember our conversations honestly. I just remember thinking she was completely awesome. And we got along great. By the end of the night, our plan is to hang out Sunday night after I get off work. I drop her off, she tells me to call her or text her when I get home safely. I get home, she sends me a "I miss you" text. I call her. We start talking. I get back in the car and head to her apartment. We sleep together. No funny business. We just cuddle up and sleep.

So I call her her the day after next. She doesn't answer. I send her a text. We talk about sunday night, and it's a no go cause of her "weird schedule." So I tell her that my schedule is set just let me know.

Come around Tuesday night, I'm out and about. I'm near a bar I think she'd like. I send her a text to meet me there. At first she's like okay. And then a little bit later, "Perhaps I'll show up there :)" Perhaps? What do you mean perhaps? I'm leaving my friends to meet you somewhere, and now you might show up? WTF Nevermind. I'm going there, show up or don't. "How long are you going to be there?" Well I already left my friends, and I'm going there by myself. How long would do you stay at bars by yourself? "Okay maybe I'll see you there." MAYBE?!? And at this point, I run my roommates car up onto a curb. I definitely scored a flat tire. I pull over. My next is along the lines of well I just ran my roommates car into a curb, which is definitely not your fault. But what's with your games and leading me on? "I don't lead people on" And I don't remember the rest of it, but by the end of it, she was probably most definitely crying again. Number and contact info completely deleted. I have a feeling eventually she'll show up at Crown and Anchor again, and because she's so fucked up, she'll end up buying me a drink again. I just hope the encounter doesn't piss off any feisty lesbians. They love that bar getting 86'd would blow.

And about the car. It turns out I had two flats. And the front wheel was destroyed. The replacement stock wheel would have cost 350. Or I could buy him new wheels for roughly 100 a piece. Since I fucked up his car, I fixed it right. His new rims look freaking amazing! I was never the type to be interested in wheels, but new rims make a helluva difference. All in all, I spent 650 for the tires, rims, and the tow. Well hopefully, I learned my texting and driving lesson.

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"Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks."

Girls don't like a guy they can get. Make yourself available and they don't care. I went through something similar way back in '01. Its fucking lame that in this day and age we can't just be upfront and honest, but that's just how it is, I guess.

[alterin]

I refuse to play it, but I'm not going to be a desperate douchebag calling 20 times a day. With this chick, I wouldn't have called the fourth time at all if she didn't reply. She kept on fishing responses out of me when she really didn't want them. She says, "I don't lead people on." Bullshit. But no, I'm not going to play the "wait 3 days," "don't set up a date on the weekend," or any other such bullshit games. Here I am, and I'm interested in you. If it turns into something, awesome. If it doesn't, awesome. If you want to play games, fuck off and cry. Ugh. I should start making quotas. "Must get turned down twice everyday"