Entry #6 - 3 Dudes and No Chicks
Prospective Female(s):
Three chicks, two of which I had the green light to holler at.
Thoughts:
So two of my friends call me up, saying they have a surefire plan to hang out with some girls. I have relatively no experience with this activity of group flirtation?
The plan was one girl was supposed to call my friend after she got off work. She was going to bring two of her girl friends, and my friend was going to bring me and another dude. We were all supposed to meet up, have some tacos and hang out and have a few drinks. Whatever happened from there was up to my imagination.
Did it seem fishy? Yes. Did it feel planned? Yes. Was I enthralled at the slightest chance of meeting a girl? Possibly (Yes).
The night quickly devolved into nothing of the sort, leaving me to venture home, defeated, sleepy, and with another loss to add to my record for the 2009 year. (That’s 0-6 if you’re keeping track)
Level of Inebriation:
There were plans to consume alcohol. The plans were aborted.
Interaction?
I went to a Jack In The Box, two Blockbuster’s and a Starbucks in the span of 2 hours, to “kill time” waiting for the prospective females to give my friend the call to meet up. Of course it never happened.
My friend texted her, and left her a Facebook message. The girl then left a message on my friend’s Facebook wall saying she didn’t have her phone and that her other two friends had already gone out for the night (presumably with cooler dudes). I sat here holding my Dumb Phone (everyone talks about Smart Phones, and I’m stuck here with my Dumb Phone), confused by this flurry of texting, calling, Facebook walling, and generally just a disaster of communication overload.
Whether this girl was playing hard to get or what not, I just realized I spent the last 3 hours of my life, sitting with a bunch of dudes and wondering what sort of action might happen in the next few hours.
I should have known better. You know that little gut feeling that told me this was a bad idea? I should have listened to that instead of listening to the other male organ that has a predictable way of clouding judgment.
Why it will never work out:
This makes me feel like I am in high school. I feel sleazy for not even doing anything. No game whatsoever. Fail x 1000.
