Rejected again… and again and again… and again…
Just how in the hell I salvaged the last attempt of the
evening from turning into a disasterfull failure of a night… I do not know… was
it consistency or playing the odds… I was consistently failing… and the odds
were stacked too high against me… I almost got slapped by one woman… but I just
didn’t give a damn… Cris and the bartender looked on in amazement and amusement
as I flirted with one woman after another and threw out my best Tom Selleck – I
went from one woman who rejected me straight to her friend sitting next to her… and moved right on down to the
next woman at the bar… may be she was curious… but she called me on my
bullshit and I called her out on hers…
Some women would call me a player – but I don’t really know
what that is… I don’t really have much game… but I don’t care anymore – or I
care much less than I did before… I get rejected all the time – but I know it
is only because I put myself out there so much… I don’t care about the
rejection and I really didn’t care last night if I picked up a woman or not…
but it turned into a bit of a joke between Cris, the bartender and myself… I felt a little bad waking her up early this
morning to get her out of my hotel room… after working so damn hard to get her
there in the first place… not really…
Oh… Cris ended up with two nice looking woman - who rejected my advances… but the bartender
was the big winner last night… he went home two fists full of cash!
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Dmitry Shorin
2 comments:
. . . being able to laugh in the face of rejection ---often a good thing
damn girl... are you all caught up now?
welcome to the Deringer Files -
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