"Why Erich has been a cranky fucker this week"
First, some back-story. It's been a long time since I've dated anyone. About 4 years. I had a string of girls who progressively made my life worse and worse. To the point where I flat-out refused to go out anymore, because i just knew I'd ended up getting fucked over again.
Fast forward to a couple weeks ago....
This Girl, Elizabeth, and I hooked up after talking online for a while. We have a friend in common who thought we'd be a good match.
Our first date ended well. VERY well. We had a good connection, a lot in common, and ended up in bed together.
That's where it started to go bad. As she was getting ready to do her thing, she said something along the lines of "Here it goes, taking one for the team". Not a good thing to say to someone you're about to fuck.
As you can imagine, I was too preoccupied at the moment to say or do anything about it. But it stuck with me, so a few days later, I asked if she was serious - Was I just a pity fuck?
Her answer - "Kinda yeah"
But she "likes me and wants to get to know me better, to see if I'm someone she'd want to actually date".
ummmm..... riiiiiiight.
Since I had already committed to it, I ended up going back to her place a week or so later. It was going to be helping her clean out her last couple of boxes from her move, and then a nice dinner out. It turned to Me, Her, her mom, her sister and her best friend eating pizza and re-arranging her apartment. Not quite the night as advertised, huh?
After moving furniture, hanging shelves hanging pictures and listening to college a Capella groups ruining perfectly good songs on YouTube all night, she says goodbye with a big hug and the repeated questions "You're not mad at me, are you? Are you mad at me? Was this a bad night?"
Any smart person would have ended it there and then, but I was too fucking tired to get into a fight. And, of course, I've never claimed to be a smart person.
Now, she says she feels bad, and wants to take me out to dinner on her. I have no reason to believe it's anything but guilt on her end. Instead of giving me cash for the work I did, she's going to pay me off with food.
I was happier when I was miserable and alone.
So if anyone ever wonders why I have such a generally shitty outlook on life, this is a great fucking example.
First, some back-story. It's been a long time since I've dated anyone. About 4 years. I had a string of girls who progressively made my life worse and worse. To the point where I flat-out refused to go out anymore, because i just knew I'd ended up getting fucked over again.
Fast forward to a couple weeks ago....
This Girl, Elizabeth, and I hooked up after talking online for a while. We have a friend in common who thought we'd be a good match.
Our first date ended well. VERY well. We had a good connection, a lot in common, and ended up in bed together.
That's where it started to go bad. As she was getting ready to do her thing, she said something along the lines of "Here it goes, taking one for the team". Not a good thing to say to someone you're about to fuck.
As you can imagine, I was too preoccupied at the moment to say or do anything about it. But it stuck with me, so a few days later, I asked if she was serious - Was I just a pity fuck?
Her answer - "Kinda yeah"
But she "likes me and wants to get to know me better, to see if I'm someone she'd want to actually date".
ummmm..... riiiiiiight.
Since I had already committed to it, I ended up going back to her place a week or so later. It was going to be helping her clean out her last couple of boxes from her move, and then a nice dinner out. It turned to Me, Her, her mom, her sister and her best friend eating pizza and re-arranging her apartment. Not quite the night as advertised, huh?
After moving furniture, hanging shelves hanging pictures and listening to college a Capella groups ruining perfectly good songs on YouTube all night, she says goodbye with a big hug and the repeated questions "You're not mad at me, are you? Are you mad at me? Was this a bad night?"
Any smart person would have ended it there and then, but I was too fucking tired to get into a fight. And, of course, I've never claimed to be a smart person.
Now, she says she feels bad, and wants to take me out to dinner on her. I have no reason to believe it's anything but guilt on her end. Instead of giving me cash for the work I did, she's going to pay me off with food.
I was happier when I was miserable and alone.
So if anyone ever wonders why I have such a generally shitty outlook on life, this is a great fucking example.
rizzo:
wow. what a bitch