These Things Happen... To Me.
So last night was a glaring slap in the face to the ego. While some of my male friends managed to score some late night action (judging by the co-op bathroom breaks by the girls, amount of booze, and the looks in the girls eyes) I again came up empty handed. That part doesn’t bother me much, I have grown accustomed to it lately. I am Ironman … or War Machine for political correctness when it comes to the heart. What bothers me is for about 2 hours off and on there was convo and such to which I was there. Yet, I didn’t formally talked to until the bar had shut down and it was time to go, in which I had to re-introduce myself… It’s like I wasn’t even there. OUCH.
Ego too mad Hit Points on that.
But it just proved my point even further while in the past I have been described as “cute”, “handsome”, “adorable”, “sweet”, “chill”, “cool”, “goofy”, “funny”, “awesome”, “relaxed”, pretty much all the simpler things you would THINK women like, apparently I either aren’t any portion of those, or I REALLY am not what women in my area are looking for.
I could just easily rub this night in a non-supportive friend’s face, but I won’t. I will chalk this up as “whatever” and move on.
- MiSTeR2uCe
The Wonderful World of 2uCe