Maybe you guys remember it, or maybe you don't, but I wrote about how a few years ago I developed Oneitis for a chick. In one instance, we were on vacation somewhere nice, which, of course, I paid for. She starts openly flirting with a good looking guy while we're sitting outside at a coffee shop next to a gym. This goes on for about a half hour, as I'm sipping my coffee, pretending to be busy with my phone, and hoping it will end. At the end of their conversation she gives him her number. Right in front of me.
Like a total chump, I just stand there watching without saying anything, smiling like this is totally cool and normal, though on the inside I am seething with rage, doubt, and jealousy. When we get into the car, I decide to say something:
"Uh, hey, I don't mean to be weird, but did you just give that guy your number?"
"Oh Hank, stop acting so jealous. That's not very attractive. I'm pretty sure he's gay. You didn't pick up on that?"
"What makes you think so? He didn't seem gay to me. Actually, I think he was trying to hit on you."
"A guy who is that hot has good reason to be single! We were just talking about fitness stuff. He's a personal trainer and I could use a good one. He said he vacations a lot where I live, so if he's in town we should get a workout in. That's all."
"Ah, I see. Sorry. I'm glad you're meeting lots of cool people this week!"
And you guys can guess how this one ended...
Fast forward a few years. My game is solid, and red pill swallowed. I'm seeing a chick who is a legitimate 8 - 8.5, depending on your taste in women (tiny and petite - like 5'0, 90lbs). I get her back to my house, we bang, and wake up in the morning. Sex was fantastic. This was the third time we had hung out. I'm feeling like the Yoda of game...
"Hank... you should cook me brunch. You're such a good cook!"
"Nah, I'm too spent to cook. Let's just go somewhere."
We go out to a place near my house. We're seated outside, but the bar is inside. The night before we'd done something fancy, so she's there in a casual bar wearing a hot dress. You know, slit right up the middle, cleavage, full back open and barely an ounce of fat. Heads are turning. I ask her:
"Woman, what are you drinking?"
"Um... how about a mimosa?"
I go to the bar, order drinks, and walk back to our spot. As I get there, two good looking dudes are chatting up my girl. They have heavy Australian accents and their game is strong. I hand her a drink, and start sipping mine. She barely turns her head while accepting the drink.
She keeps chatting with them, and doesn't bring me into the conversation. At one point she grabs my hand for a second, but this goes on. I'm visibly displeased, and sort of drifting into my phone. I check Facebook, Twitter, and then refresh Return of Kings. First it goes on for 5 minutes. Then 10. Then 15. Finally I walk inside to see if she'll notice. Another 10 minutes goes by and nothing. She's still having the time of her life. My mind races back to the time my Oneitis gave her number to the personal trainer right in front of me. I'm that chump again. Maybe nothing has changed.
From inside the bar I actually text MikeCF something along the lines of "Is this fucked up?" and his response is basically "Very. You're the prize. Act like it."
Practically, I'm not really sure what to do here. Do I approach these guys and show them how "alpha" I am? Do I interject in the conversation, and outgame them? Maybe start a fight? Once feeling like the Yoda of game, now I'm feeling like Jar Jar Binks.
Nah, she's not worth any of that.
Without saying anything, I hop into my car and leave. I text a female friend of mine, who says we should take a trip to the mall and hit up the skateboard park. Done. About twenty minutes later I get a text from new girl:
"Hank, where are you?"
"groceries, mall"
"What?"
"mall w ashley"
"Wait, what? You left?"
"u seemed busy"
"You just abandoned me? Like that? Without saying anything? How I am going to get home?"
[ten minutes later] "uber"
"You can't just abandon me like that, Hank! This is humiliating! This is so fucked up!"
"skateboarding. ttyl"
Naturally you'd think she'd hate me and we'd never chat again, right? Maybe get a "ride" from the Australian guys? Later that night:
"Hank, are you mad because I was talking to those guys?"
[no response]
"Hank, please talk to me. I'm pretty sure they were gay!"
[no response]
"Hank, can you please talk to me? Can I come over?"
"busy. maybe in an hour or two. playing vids"
"I'm so sorry I acted like that. It's just I'm a very social person, and need to talk to people. I didn't realize I was ignoring you. I didn't meant to ignore you."
"oh"
"I'll be over in an hour. Is that okay?"
Then she came over and we banged a lot. I told her if she ever pulled a stunt like that again, it would be the last time.
Never had an incident since then. Still banging her to this day.
Like a total chump, I just stand there watching without saying anything, smiling like this is totally cool and normal, though on the inside I am seething with rage, doubt, and jealousy. When we get into the car, I decide to say something:
"Uh, hey, I don't mean to be weird, but did you just give that guy your number?"
"Oh Hank, stop acting so jealous. That's not very attractive. I'm pretty sure he's gay. You didn't pick up on that?"
"What makes you think so? He didn't seem gay to me. Actually, I think he was trying to hit on you."
"A guy who is that hot has good reason to be single! We were just talking about fitness stuff. He's a personal trainer and I could use a good one. He said he vacations a lot where I live, so if he's in town we should get a workout in. That's all."
"Ah, I see. Sorry. I'm glad you're meeting lots of cool people this week!"
And you guys can guess how this one ended...
Fast forward a few years. My game is solid, and red pill swallowed. I'm seeing a chick who is a legitimate 8 - 8.5, depending on your taste in women (tiny and petite - like 5'0, 90lbs). I get her back to my house, we bang, and wake up in the morning. Sex was fantastic. This was the third time we had hung out. I'm feeling like the Yoda of game...
"Hank... you should cook me brunch. You're such a good cook!"
"Nah, I'm too spent to cook. Let's just go somewhere."
We go out to a place near my house. We're seated outside, but the bar is inside. The night before we'd done something fancy, so she's there in a casual bar wearing a hot dress. You know, slit right up the middle, cleavage, full back open and barely an ounce of fat. Heads are turning. I ask her:
"Woman, what are you drinking?"
"Um... how about a mimosa?"
I go to the bar, order drinks, and walk back to our spot. As I get there, two good looking dudes are chatting up my girl. They have heavy Australian accents and their game is strong. I hand her a drink, and start sipping mine. She barely turns her head while accepting the drink.
She keeps chatting with them, and doesn't bring me into the conversation. At one point she grabs my hand for a second, but this goes on. I'm visibly displeased, and sort of drifting into my phone. I check Facebook, Twitter, and then refresh Return of Kings. First it goes on for 5 minutes. Then 10. Then 15. Finally I walk inside to see if she'll notice. Another 10 minutes goes by and nothing. She's still having the time of her life. My mind races back to the time my Oneitis gave her number to the personal trainer right in front of me. I'm that chump again. Maybe nothing has changed.
From inside the bar I actually text MikeCF something along the lines of "Is this fucked up?" and his response is basically "Very. You're the prize. Act like it."
Practically, I'm not really sure what to do here. Do I approach these guys and show them how "alpha" I am? Do I interject in the conversation, and outgame them? Maybe start a fight? Once feeling like the Yoda of game, now I'm feeling like Jar Jar Binks.
Nah, she's not worth any of that.
Without saying anything, I hop into my car and leave. I text a female friend of mine, who says we should take a trip to the mall and hit up the skateboard park. Done. About twenty minutes later I get a text from new girl:
"Hank, where are you?"
"groceries, mall"
"What?"
"mall w ashley"
"Wait, what? You left?"
"u seemed busy"
"You just abandoned me? Like that? Without saying anything? How I am going to get home?"
[ten minutes later] "uber"
"You can't just abandon me like that, Hank! This is humiliating! This is so fucked up!"
"skateboarding. ttyl"
Naturally you'd think she'd hate me and we'd never chat again, right? Maybe get a "ride" from the Australian guys? Later that night:
"Hank, are you mad because I was talking to those guys?"
[no response]
"Hank, please talk to me. I'm pretty sure they were gay!"
[no response]
"Hank, can you please talk to me? Can I come over?"
"busy. maybe in an hour or two. playing vids"
"I'm so sorry I acted like that. It's just I'm a very social person, and need to talk to people. I didn't realize I was ignoring you. I didn't meant to ignore you."
"oh"
"I'll be over in an hour. Is that okay?"
Then she came over and we banged a lot. I told her if she ever pulled a stunt like that again, it would be the last time.
Never had an incident since then. Still banging her to this day.