I'm really the last person to say.. "shame on you" for being disloyal. I've had my share in the past - and I ended up hurting and breaking into pieces the one person that I actually thought I loved.
I had my share of being in such BS with a woman, that I got completely burnt out and turned away from the women mindsets (do they even have a logically functioning mind, or is it just emotionally compelled/driven?) So when I hang out with girls, I'm honest with them about my point of view - they sometimes ask me if I was ever in a serious relationship, I tell them yes, but because of my past problems (note: 11 incidental problems) with commitment, I think I made her hate me for the rest of my life. The woman typically, thereafterwards, nags at me (note: if it's an asian girl, she nags at me 4x more than the average girl would).
Now that I've told you the background, let me get down to the main story, what happened last night. Because I stopped doing drugs (voluntarily), I started drinking about.. conservatively speaking, 5x more so than before. So me and friend go out. Friend has a serious boyfriend, and is doing some coast-to-coast long distance relationship.
Before we go drinking, we hang out at a coffee shop. She tells me about a guy that has been seriously liking her. Our plan is to i) go to this ghetto club and then ii) go to my friend's bday party (where that guy will be present in). Anyways, back at the coffee shop, she tells me about how he wants her more than friends, while knowing all to well shes metaphorically engaged. Not only do I not understand that sleazyness (oh wait, I can't say anything about that - I was grinding with this friend for hours at a club 2 months ago... but that's for another time), but Friend literally told me: "I can't do this.. I need to stop. This is just going to get awkward." So I asked her what her plan was; her reply: "I just need to stop being nice to him and not send any signs to him whatsoever." I reply back: "fair enough."
We head out to our first destination - a black club. We drink some, we bump heads, we drink a bit more. We now end to our second destination - it's a filth-placed bar in midtown east. I hate why bars allow their place to fill up to the point that you can't even move. Ok, so here we are - I say hi to my friends while she goes upstairs to say hi to her "admirer". She comes back down, we drink more - to be specific, 4 goose/tonic EACH (this whole abstinence from drugs is really making me an alcoholic). Yes, we're intoxicated... we're talking, having fun. Then it begins.
I go to the bathroom to take a leak. I pee. I come out. I see a cute asian girl, I try talking to her - but I think I got rejected. I come back down. I can't find her. I go back upstairs - I see her. Holding hands with "admirer" with her arms around him as well. I smirk to myself, head back downstairs. I chat with my friends for a bit, I think for like 30 minutes. I go back up, and I see that she's all over him.
At that point, I don't know why, but I got really annoyed. I realized why: GIRLS ARE FUCKING HYPOCRITES. You whores bitch about guys being sleazy, yet you're the same whores that can't stop yourself from being unfaithful with your own metaphorically engaged boyfriend(s).
Needless to say, once this realization, I left. I texted her to not do anything she'd regret.
She called me today. I ignored her. She left me a voicemail. I didn't return her call. She sent me an e-mail. I didn't reply back. I think she needs to realize her hypocrisy before ever talking to me again.
I had my share of being in such BS with a woman, that I got completely burnt out and turned away from the women mindsets (do they even have a logically functioning mind, or is it just emotionally compelled/driven?) So when I hang out with girls, I'm honest with them about my point of view - they sometimes ask me if I was ever in a serious relationship, I tell them yes, but because of my past problems (note: 11 incidental problems) with commitment, I think I made her hate me for the rest of my life. The woman typically, thereafterwards, nags at me (note: if it's an asian girl, she nags at me 4x more than the average girl would).
Now that I've told you the background, let me get down to the main story, what happened last night. Because I stopped doing drugs (voluntarily), I started drinking about.. conservatively speaking, 5x more so than before. So me and friend go out. Friend has a serious boyfriend, and is doing some coast-to-coast long distance relationship.
Before we go drinking, we hang out at a coffee shop. She tells me about a guy that has been seriously liking her. Our plan is to i) go to this ghetto club and then ii) go to my friend's bday party (where that guy will be present in). Anyways, back at the coffee shop, she tells me about how he wants her more than friends, while knowing all to well shes metaphorically engaged. Not only do I not understand that sleazyness (oh wait, I can't say anything about that - I was grinding with this friend for hours at a club 2 months ago... but that's for another time), but Friend literally told me: "I can't do this.. I need to stop. This is just going to get awkward." So I asked her what her plan was; her reply: "I just need to stop being nice to him and not send any signs to him whatsoever." I reply back: "fair enough."
We head out to our first destination - a black club. We drink some, we bump heads, we drink a bit more. We now end to our second destination - it's a filth-placed bar in midtown east. I hate why bars allow their place to fill up to the point that you can't even move. Ok, so here we are - I say hi to my friends while she goes upstairs to say hi to her "admirer". She comes back down, we drink more - to be specific, 4 goose/tonic EACH (this whole abstinence from drugs is really making me an alcoholic). Yes, we're intoxicated... we're talking, having fun. Then it begins.
I go to the bathroom to take a leak. I pee. I come out. I see a cute asian girl, I try talking to her - but I think I got rejected. I come back down. I can't find her. I go back upstairs - I see her. Holding hands with "admirer" with her arms around him as well. I smirk to myself, head back downstairs. I chat with my friends for a bit, I think for like 30 minutes. I go back up, and I see that she's all over him.
At that point, I don't know why, but I got really annoyed. I realized why: GIRLS ARE FUCKING HYPOCRITES. You whores bitch about guys being sleazy, yet you're the same whores that can't stop yourself from being unfaithful with your own metaphorically engaged boyfriend(s).
Needless to say, once this realization, I left. I texted her to not do anything she'd regret.
She called me today. I ignored her. She left me a voicemail. I didn't return her call. She sent me an e-mail. I didn't reply back. I think she needs to realize her hypocrisy before ever talking to me again.
2 comments:
it sounds like you have a pretty biased opinion of women and you and your friend are both pretty sleazy.
Friend(10:56:03 PM): haha... that is funny you "sleazy" whore
Me (10:56:07 PM): i am
Me (10:56:11 PM): im a sleazewhore :[
Post a Comment