rejection... please...

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