The fucking night I just had. Got into it with some cunt I met earlier, probably more than I ever have with a woman before. NYC, there was a jazz show I wanted to check out so pregamed at a couple bars then went to the show but it was intermission and crowd was dead so went back out. Almost landed a sexy little blonde slut but her friends dragged her off so went back to the show alone and caught the last couple songs. On my way out two girls were coming in, both around my age, one cute but kinda chubby, one thin but a face full of fillers and a bad nose job. Honestly would've banged either in my drunken state but they wouldn't have made it onto the "just had sex thread". So opened with " Woah, you guys can't come in, we're shutting down" or something and escorted them outside. They legit thought I was a bouncer until we were outside then we talked and wound up going back to the bar I was at before.
We get inside and they're talking about drinks, and these are typical NYC drinks mind you, not fucking cheap, and these bitches aren't worth it. So I order and they order and the bartender sits there and the chubby one is only one sitting at the bar so she pulls out a card and I don't volunteer so she pays and they look a little miffed and filler girl says something like "you know she just paid for our drinks" and I'm like "Yeah she used my jacket to cover her hair on the walk here so we'll call it even" or something and we move on. Go down to the dance floor and they meet a bunch of dudes they know. I could care less, they can have them and I'll take the social proof to work on one that's actually hot. A couple were cool, one was bro-ing me but you could tell he didn't mean it and wanted to get his dick wet bad, another one was gay and wanted to get his dick wet, but...no thanks. So I shot the shit with them all for a minute and hit the dance floor. One hottie was into it but had all her guy and girl friends there and it wasn't going anywhere but it was a good time. In the middle of it all I bought a round for myself and both girls cause you know I'm a stand up guy like that. Chubby girl was DTF me and several other guys, filler girl wasn't but she was grinding on them and would look over for the validation to see if I gave a shit. I was dancing with the hottie and her group and filler girl came and pulled me away and whatever, I wasn't going to fuck any of them so we all go back upstairs.
We get up there and some other kinda cute kinda chubby girl was standing by the bar, so I started flirting with her, more to fuck with filler girl than anything else. Good times. Then I leave and sit by her and start talking about something for a minute, I forget, and she says "I need a drink". I'm like "you've got one right here" and point to the half empty one in front of her and take a sip out of it. She goes off about how her niece might have foot and mouth disease and you can't just drink from other people's drinks and I fuck with her about that, then tell her I'll buy her a drink, since I'm having a good time. Tell the bartender I'm about to make out with her to break her of her phobias and whatnot. So she gets her drink, starts quizzing me about my hotel because I give off a serial killer vibe, which I get a lot actually, girl last night was saying the same shit, but whatever, it works for me, so I show her my hotel and ask if she's mollified now that she's seen my fake I mean real hotel I'm at. She says "I have a fiance so you weren't getting anywhere with me anyway"to which I responded "Oh believe me I know". Then the bitch tries telling me that I didn't even buy them a round, and starts off about how it made a bad impression. "I did buy you guys a round downstairs, and what, you don't think women should ever pay for drinks?" "No, we make $.60 on the dollar for what men make!" Man, that flipped it for me. "First of all, if you believe the media it's $.78 on the dollar and secondly, even that's complete bullshit" and I started to tear into the why's we all know about before stopping myself and telling her she's too drunk to understand anyway. She says she's not and we get into a crescendoing discussion about that. She tells me she made nothing last year "so how did you pay your rent" "I didn't" "Oh daddy or your fiance paid it for you? See I had to make money sweating my ass off 100' in the air because I have to pay my own fucking mortgage" Eventually she spits out that she won $500k in a lawsuit 2 years ago. "You made $500k two years ago and you're telling me you make $.60 on the dollar for what I make? Get fucking real!" Anyway, it peaked with me telling her that her fillers were terrible and her nose job was botched, she tells me it's all real and I say bitch please, who do you think you're fooling, she tried to push me away and told me to go and I told her she better not fucking touch me and I wan't going anywhere, and chugged the glass of wine I just bought her. She leaves with some comment about me "sitting there alone" and goes over to her friend and the dude who would've fucked a hole in the bathroom stall and starts ranting to them.
I look to my left and this girl at the end of the bar is starting at me with fuck-me eyes and the two dudes next to her look down at the bar when I look over, so I vent to the bartender about how I can't believe I bought that bitch 2 drinks, well actually 1.5, take a pass through the dance floor but my head is in a bad space and it's turning into the typical late-night sausagefest anyway, so I head out. Tell the desperate dude "good luck bro" on my way out, and he fake-shakes my hand and his gay bud real-shakes it and I hit the streets wishing I'd told her that I'm headed home to bang my 23yo gf who doesn't care if I talk to dried up sluts like her because she knows they don't stand a shot in hell with me, but oh well, always the "should've said's". Still fucking pissed but I take some comfort knowing that that cunt is gonna be way worse for the wear than I will be tomorrow. And for the next 50 years, come to think of it. Man do I hate entitled cunts, and this city is lousy with them.
We get inside and they're talking about drinks, and these are typical NYC drinks mind you, not fucking cheap, and these bitches aren't worth it. So I order and they order and the bartender sits there and the chubby one is only one sitting at the bar so she pulls out a card and I don't volunteer so she pays and they look a little miffed and filler girl says something like "you know she just paid for our drinks" and I'm like "Yeah she used my jacket to cover her hair on the walk here so we'll call it even" or something and we move on. Go down to the dance floor and they meet a bunch of dudes they know. I could care less, they can have them and I'll take the social proof to work on one that's actually hot. A couple were cool, one was bro-ing me but you could tell he didn't mean it and wanted to get his dick wet bad, another one was gay and wanted to get his dick wet, but...no thanks. So I shot the shit with them all for a minute and hit the dance floor. One hottie was into it but had all her guy and girl friends there and it wasn't going anywhere but it was a good time. In the middle of it all I bought a round for myself and both girls cause you know I'm a stand up guy like that. Chubby girl was DTF me and several other guys, filler girl wasn't but she was grinding on them and would look over for the validation to see if I gave a shit. I was dancing with the hottie and her group and filler girl came and pulled me away and whatever, I wasn't going to fuck any of them so we all go back upstairs.
We get up there and some other kinda cute kinda chubby girl was standing by the bar, so I started flirting with her, more to fuck with filler girl than anything else. Good times. Then I leave and sit by her and start talking about something for a minute, I forget, and she says "I need a drink". I'm like "you've got one right here" and point to the half empty one in front of her and take a sip out of it. She goes off about how her niece might have foot and mouth disease and you can't just drink from other people's drinks and I fuck with her about that, then tell her I'll buy her a drink, since I'm having a good time. Tell the bartender I'm about to make out with her to break her of her phobias and whatnot. So she gets her drink, starts quizzing me about my hotel because I give off a serial killer vibe, which I get a lot actually, girl last night was saying the same shit, but whatever, it works for me, so I show her my hotel and ask if she's mollified now that she's seen my fake I mean real hotel I'm at. She says "I have a fiance so you weren't getting anywhere with me anyway"to which I responded "Oh believe me I know". Then the bitch tries telling me that I didn't even buy them a round, and starts off about how it made a bad impression. "I did buy you guys a round downstairs, and what, you don't think women should ever pay for drinks?" "No, we make $.60 on the dollar for what men make!" Man, that flipped it for me. "First of all, if you believe the media it's $.78 on the dollar and secondly, even that's complete bullshit" and I started to tear into the why's we all know about before stopping myself and telling her she's too drunk to understand anyway. She says she's not and we get into a crescendoing discussion about that. She tells me she made nothing last year "so how did you pay your rent" "I didn't" "Oh daddy or your fiance paid it for you? See I had to make money sweating my ass off 100' in the air because I have to pay my own fucking mortgage" Eventually she spits out that she won $500k in a lawsuit 2 years ago. "You made $500k two years ago and you're telling me you make $.60 on the dollar for what I make? Get fucking real!" Anyway, it peaked with me telling her that her fillers were terrible and her nose job was botched, she tells me it's all real and I say bitch please, who do you think you're fooling, she tried to push me away and told me to go and I told her she better not fucking touch me and I wan't going anywhere, and chugged the glass of wine I just bought her. She leaves with some comment about me "sitting there alone" and goes over to her friend and the dude who would've fucked a hole in the bathroom stall and starts ranting to them.
I look to my left and this girl at the end of the bar is starting at me with fuck-me eyes and the two dudes next to her look down at the bar when I look over, so I vent to the bartender about how I can't believe I bought that bitch 2 drinks, well actually 1.5, take a pass through the dance floor but my head is in a bad space and it's turning into the typical late-night sausagefest anyway, so I head out. Tell the desperate dude "good luck bro" on my way out, and he fake-shakes my hand and his gay bud real-shakes it and I hit the streets wishing I'd told her that I'm headed home to bang my 23yo gf who doesn't care if I talk to dried up sluts like her because she knows they don't stand a shot in hell with me, but oh well, always the "should've said's". Still fucking pissed but I take some comfort knowing that that cunt is gonna be way worse for the wear than I will be tomorrow. And for the next 50 years, come to think of it. Man do I hate entitled cunts, and this city is lousy with them.
