My Girl Quest

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Jul 20, 2008

I see girls, they don’t see me

OK, I am exaggerating a bit here – girls do see me and some of them even allow me (what an honor!) to flirt with them for five minutes before they get bored. The thing is that they don’t really want to see me and I’m not at all lucky to find that right girl searching for a one night stand – ever since O. came into my life for a second, all my girl quest kind of went crazy. I have to talk to her or something, to make the curse go away :D.

Back to the last night – I tried. I tried hard and I got nothing (well, I got a phone number from a girl who was looking just a bit better than my grand grandmother – she was the last girl I tried to get, it was late, I was desperate, but as soon as she started to react positively to my flirting I understood what I had done and stopped. Got her number, though and I’ll never use it). Probably because I have set my standards too high again.

Honestly, now – everybody can sort girls into two categories: the ONS-ready and the hard to get ones. And usually, one would not put one type of girl into a different category. And I can’t help but ask myself – why are the hard to get ones so... hard to get? You see them wearing their siliconed boobies into the most expensive top, you see their little pierced nose going higher and higher, you see their eyes searching for a millionaire, while sipping from an expensive cocktail they don’t even have money to buy... The type of girls who invest into their own beauty just to attract other investors. The bank-girls. Black holes. Or whatever. These are hard to get not because they are special, not because they are obscenely beautiful, not because they are too smart (because they’re not!) – but because they have a plan and they’re following it no matter what, day after day, night after night, until they succeed and another one takes her place. And so on.

These girls are unapproachable – unless they can sniff your very expensive perfume, take a look at your golden watch and see a big bulge in your pants (your wallet filled with cash, that is) they won’t even talk to you. They will ignore you, because they think they are better. Well… this type of girls who believe they are better just because they got the looks and prefer to suck it for money and not because they really care about a person… these girls drive me mad. That’s why I try to get them and teach them a lesson: they are nothing. Unfortunately, I try to much and I manage to do nothing. Lol.

This does not mean, however, that I lost everything. No, I am at least one of the fewest “unworthy” guys who try to get them. I will be one of the even fewer guys who will actually get them and teach them the lesson they deserve to be taught. But, until then, I have to accept the fact that they don’t see me. That, for them, I am still worthless and pathetic and, no matter how smart my lines are, how funny I am or just how damn hot I am, I’m not what they’re searching for. I’m the invisible man, but they’ll see :)

Jul 5, 2008

Tough night

Following the success I had with girls during my strange mini vacation, last night I went very confident at the club. I kept repeating myself that flirting is no longer a secret to me, that girls will stand in a queue to get me – crazy stuff like that which only works in “How to…” books. Real life is different, though, it is… real. And it proved me, once again, that I still have a lot to do until I become a real flirt, a real spin doctor.

The night kicked off pretty nice: the club was not over-crowded as it usually is (it’s starting to get way too hot for spending your nights in between four walls) the extra clothes were definitely missing, so the girls were a delight to look at – all in all, it was a great atmosphere. However, this doesn’t mean much if you don’t know lots of details about the art of picking girls up – and I don’t. Though, I might say it’s good to get rejected after a heavenly week – it makes you be more realistic and doesn’t let you get too carried away.

Basically, there is not too much to say – “I got rejected by everybody” would kind of sum up the whole thing. Hopefully because I was just way too confident that my looks are enough and I did not try too much. The truth is, though, that there are lots of men out there who are looking at least as good as I do (this “I look good” thing is a personal opinion of mine. Oh, and my mom used to say that to me, too :D). Anyway, the idea is that no matter how good you look like, if you don’t try, if you don’t have something to say, a hook to get the girl and the brains to keep her connected, she will probably ignore you, in the end. And the truth is I did not try too much.

My first “victim” was a pretty childish attempt from me: I kept looking at her from my comfy chair, smiled every now and then, trying to make her come to me. Well, she did not. And because of my ego I did not go to her either. 10 minutes later she was dancing with another.

Then, with a few girls, I tried to use pick up lines (and I just hate the idea of a pick up lines!) and, of course, it didn’t work. It’s hard for something that has been said a thousand times before to have any chances of success… After three or four more failures I got pretty desperate I’m not going to score and started to care. I was a bit too drunk, though and too under pressure, probably, since I tried getting two other girls and I missed.

So, basically, I can say it was a pretty tough night for me: tried to pick up six girls, got none. This could mean, for many, that they should go hide in a cave and only leave at night, when the kids are sleeping. For me, it means that I’m still far from being what I plan to be. I still have a lot of work to do and way more girls to meet. So I’ll just keep going, without looking back.

Jun 24, 2008

Flirting Tip #2

Basically, we could consider a part of my previous entry as the second flirting tip and this one here the third. But whenever beautiful girls are involved (and, luckily, they keep coming), counting is the last thing that really matters. Especially when you're dead tired after an almost perfect night out.

Last night was the first I actually managed to go to the club during this mini-vacation of mine and we all know that clubs are the best pick-up spots for willing guys like me. However, my flirting last night was a bit different from what one might expect (and, of course, completely unintended). Or, of course, I'm just too old already (no need to search again, I'm 25).

Anyway - since I am not a smoker and the club I went to was starting to get foggy because of the cigarettes smoke, I went outside for a breath of fresh air. And I was going to find out that "outside" of the club is nothing but pure heaven: yes, I mean lots of chicks. Single, alone and ready to socialize. A pick-up place where everybody has a chance.

You only have to sit and wait. One of the girls out there should give you "the looks". Smile to her and if she smiles back, it's clear: Go for it! I did it and that's how I met my latest "prey", A. Everything started like a friendly chat outside and she said she was getting ready to leave since her friends went home. Of course, I took advantage of the moment and asked her to join me and my group. Luckily, she accepted. And, even though I did not manage to score her last night, we're meeting again today. So I lost nothing by trying (and not losing is always great)

Which means that Flirting Tip #2 is: Leave the club and search outside. You might find a few lonely and lovely birds out there looking for company. Go for it! You have absolutely nothing to lose!
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Top image credits: woody

Jun 9, 2008

Crazy girl. CRAZY

There are no words in any dictionary to describe how tired I am today. If “feeling dead” is possible, then definitely that’s the feeling I have. I can’t even think at the moment (and I was like that all day).

3 cups of coffee, cold water on my face about 15 times, 6 visits outside for a breath of fresh air. All these had no effect. I am dead tired. Because of her, my latest “date”. My latest chick that should’ve been on the list.

Everything was bound to happen: I went to a club together with a few friends and I was continuously repeating to myself: “get a girl quick, do her, go to sleep”. As strange as it might sound, since I was that tired and knew I had to sleep or die, I turned into a dude with guts. Of course, just as in the bad movies, this greatness of mine ended after I went to a random chick and asked her for a dance. She said something like “F*** you, d***** *****” and other feminine things like that and completely amazed me (imagine!)

Still, it’s not this girl the crazy one. Heh.

The crazy chick only appeared a few beers after that. I was sitting at my group’s table – they were having fun, I was feeling like a loser (again) and there she came – slim, red headed, very drunk and all smiling. Apparently, she was a friend of a friend (honestly, I did not hear her name, so she will always be known in my life as the nameless hero. Or just Crazy Chick. Or I’ll just forget her in a few weeks – it doesn’t matter).

So, as I was saying, she sat right near me and said “God, it’s hot in here!” My first intention was to tell her “Then, strip!” but I realized that it would’ve been a 5^th grader’s line. So, as the gentleman I am, I asked her outside (OK, I admit! I was feeling a little dizzy myself, too).

Once we got outside, she started jumping around like a mad person. I am still sure she was on crank or something, but she kept denying it. Anyway, she was jumping around there, I was starting to feel REALLY embarrassed (people were watching, you know?) but she didn’t care. Then, she told me to follow her and didn’t wait may response – she was already running down the street.

I have no idea what was in my head. I followed her (well… you know what was in my head: I was sure I’ll screw her in a dark alley or something). But, no, the chick was just crazy! So, after we ran about 10 minutes with no apparent goal, she stopped, turn around towards me and flashed me. Just like that. Then she came to me, took my hand and told me she wanted to go for a walk.

I was shocked, of course, and I was starting to feel like the victim of a prank. I wasn’t. She was just completely random (yet very conscious at ignoring my flirting - something natural to follow a "flashing session." right?). Instead, she just wanted to go for a walk, hand in hand. So we walked. Holding hands. With me trying to flirt, with her ignoring me.

Then, just like a maddened Forrest Gump or God knows what, she started to run again and I, like the stupid person I am, started to follow. And we finally got there! A dark alley where we were going to finally have sex. I so deserved that! But she had other plans in mind.

She turned around, again, flashed me (again!) then said “Thanks for taking me home!” And that was something she really meant – she just opened the door and entered the elevator. Just like that. Not even a phone number, not even a lousy hand-job! What’s even worse – I had absolutely no idea where I was!

So I was (am, and probably will always be) just a sucker. The girl did me so well that I am almost inclined to say I admire her. Of course, I could say that if it wouldn’t have been a completely random thing. However, I will talk with her friend (if indeed she was her friend) and hopefully I’ll find out more. But now… I’m just dead tired. So no chick for me today. Again.

Jun 8, 2008

Waiting for progress

Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away… Neee, I’m just bragging with my musical knowledge. Heh. Last night was strange. Just strange and nothing more. And I have to credit the five beers I drank for that.

I got no chick last night. I saw quite a few lovely ladies, I would’ve loved to take all of them home, but I was (once again) just too stupid. I am not at all good at these sorts of things. I totally suck when it comes to women and there seems to be no fast cure for me. Maybe that previous plan of mine might help, but I totally doubt it. However, I am sure that my salvation will come. I’m a lucky person, you know?

The truth is that C. called me while I was at the club. She probably thought I was just being an a*shole the other day, so she allowed me to re-think the whole situation. It’s just an unfortunate timing, I could say: she wants a relationship; I want revenge on all females. Otherwise, I would’ve given it a shot… But since the situation is different, I have to keep searching.

No… allow me to rectify the whole thing: I have to insist, flirt non stop, and DO something. Searching is for losers. I need action. Yet… last night I did nothing. I just looked. Scanned. Searched! Saw the girls, did nothing, lost them forever. I will never see them again, I will never know if I could’ve been in a foreigner’s bed now, checking my second successful date on the list. Oh, well… at least I got completely drunk (I get drunk quite fast, unfortunately) and forgot about the mss I find myself into...

And now, I will go for a short walk. At least 20 minutes I will randomly walk on the streets, looking for single girl and I will hopefully be able to tell them “You’re beautiful”. Just like that!

Jun 1, 2008

Smashed, Squashed

Well… last night’s happenings are something I could call a bad start. Horrible start. Inability. Sad and pathetic. I have a lot of work to do now, that’s a sure thing!

I went to the club together with D., my only friend who knows about this bet, convinced by the fact that clubs are the best places where dudes like me should find easygoing girls and score. For me, it was completely false. Pure failure. I felt rusty, old, outdated – an alien, a person out of this world. A STRANGER.

To sum things up, I have tried to get my hands on… exactly 1 (ONE!) chick. There were tens of single girls there, yet I was afraid. Shy. Not ready. Mr. Fast the Unready. That should be my name.

So… back to the club. I was feeling a bit nervous, so I said it would be better if I started with a cocktail – you know, to make things a bit easier in the future. The bartender gave me the pinkish glass and said “Here you are, girl!” and I just knew it wasn’t going to be my night. I drank the cocktail. And two beers. Then, I wasted about 20 more minutes encouraging myself: “You can do it! You can do it!” Only then I had the guts to start dancing.

And who would’ve thought that finding a date is impossible in a club? My friend, D. certainly didn’t (but, hey! at least he had some great time making fun of me afterwards).

I noticed this girl, it seemed like she was looking at me. She wasn’t beautiful – a bit fat, dancing something that looked more like an African tribal dance, but she was OK. You gotta start somewhere. So, thanks to the ingested alcohol, I managed to get close enough to her, dance around and prepare the way for my opening line. My heart was like “Bang! Bang! Bang!” and I was starting to get very dizzy. My shirt was all wet and only God knows why I was so afraid.

Only when she probably had lost the last bit of interest in me, I finally had the guts to say something. “Hi,” I said and probably my face was so red and stupid that the girl laughed and turned away. Imagine that! I am pathetic. I wasted an entire night just to say “Hi” to a girl that laughed at me. It’s hard to get reborn. To start your new life. To understand dating, to understand what dating means, to get your skills back. But I’m not giving up. I will turn all things around.