I Ruin My Own Birthday By Losing My Cool
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Do You Reveal Too Much About Your Relationship?
Be Yourself: The Truth About Authentic Dating
Why So Many Relationships End at 90 Days
There really are NO BAD DATES!
How The Law of Attraction Can Help You Find Love
A Dude Diner’s Doctrine
Soundtrax To Your Life: Pre-Date Tunes
Ms. Awesome’s Advice for Men
Bad Relationships Aren’t Investments
How To Get A One Nite Stand Out Of Your Apartment
I was going to go to the city I just recently moved from for my birthday, but then I found out they were hosting a big event that weekend, and that made me not want to go.
So, I last minute scrambled to make other plans…. a place with casinos? Some other city?
At the end, I couldn’t really put shit together in time and get all of my friends (who are spread out in different cities) to agree to converge on one location and do it big.
So, what was I going to do? Short Model wanted me to come down to the city I just moved from.
Then, Shit Talker texted me to see if I would be in town…
I still wasn’t sure yet…
And, then…. A couple of days before my birthday, Crush texted me.
Her, 7:49 pm: Hey! Coming to [city] for [event]??
I start thinking… hell, I’m on a hot streak! I’m more alpha than I was before, I’ve grown my hair out, I’m in better shape, I dress better… and I’m bolder in what I want, more willing to dominate and take control of a situation. I’m a totally different dude than I was a year ago, when I played Wii with her on my 24th birthday. A year later, and a new man. If I can get her out to a bar and buy me a drink, I might could actually fuck her this time around….
It’s a thought. Plus, I would also love to fuck Short Model. If neither her nor Crush pan out that night, I could use Shit Talker as a backup plan. I mean, I have 3 different chicks hitting me up wanting to see me this weekend in my old city, why go to another city and have to put in work sarging for new chicks?
Plus, my stats in my old city are pretty good lately. The last 5 times I’ve been to visit for the weekend – I’ve SNL’d a chick 3 of them. 3 out of 5. That’s pretty solid stats. I wish my game was that solid here in my hometown. Shit, it could’ve been 4 out of 5, if Dr. Know It All wasn’t a square.
So, I text Crush back:
Me, 8:57 pm: I’ll prob come down Sat
Her, 9:01 pm: Oh ok. You celebrating a bday too right? Well it would be nice to see you when you are here.
Me, 9:14 pm: Yep. I’ll text you when I’m down there then. You can come buy me a drink for my bday
Her, 9:53 pm: Sounds good!
So, it’s settled. I’m going to my old city… again. For my birthday.
The plan: Get a couple of my friends together, go to a bar and get Crush and Short Model to come to the bar I’m at. Play them off of each other. Let both of them see me with the other one. Both of them are solid 8′s at least. Both of them have done some “modeling” before, but both are too short to be actual models. Make them compete for me. Game both of them, and see which one is the surer thing for the night… and, go home with her.
If that doesn’t work, just fuck Shit Talker again.
Or, sarge new girls.
Plenty of options.
That’s the plan….
Friday night, I fuck Ghetto Club again. Short Model calls me when I’m with her, but I don’t answer… too busy getting my first piece of birthday pussy in. :)
Before, I head out of town Saturday, Ghetto Club calls me to again wish me happy birthday and tell me to have fun while I’m out of town… she also throws in this little quip: “don’t fuck any hookers while you’re down there…” Lol. I don’t agree to that, I just change the topic.
When, I head out, I call Short Model back to let her know I’m on the way.
“Happy Birthday!! I thought you might be down here last night, that’s why I called you last night. Call me when you get down here, then…” she says something like that. Short conversation.
I get into town and head over to Frat Boy’s place. For some reason, I get the idea to call Platonic Friend.
She wishes me Happy Birthday and says she’ll stop by Frat Boy’s place in a little bit.
A quick backstory on her: Frat Boy tried to talk to her four years ago. He took her on a romantic Valentine’s date and bought her a stuffed animal and then got LBJF’d when she got back with her ex boyfriend a week later. Four years later, Frat Boy and her are like brothers and sisters. I’m always a bit of an asshole to her, but we’re cool.
So, I’m chilling with Frat Boy and she shows up.
“Oh my gosh, I like your new look [Willy Wonka]. It’s really working for you!”
“I know.”
“Uggh! I don’t know why I tell you anything, like your ego needs a boost!”
I had already told Frat Boy about the plan for tonight, he doesn’t think it’ll work, he doesn’t get it, so he asks Platonic about it now.
“He thinks he can get two girls to come to the same bar and compete for him, tell him that shit’s not going to work.”
“Umm…. ” She looks at me, “Girls definitely compete for guys all of the time. I think it can work.”
“What?” He doesn’t get it, “why? I think a chick would be offended if he brought another chick too!”
“Yeah…” she says, “girls don’t think like that. Plus, it’s his birthday and it’s a bar, they have no right to get offended. I could definitely see them competing. It’s a good plan.”
“Told you, bro.” I say..
“Yeah, [Willy Wonka] knows what he’s doing, [Frat Boy]. You have to stop thinking like you sometimes with girls.” Damn, she’s putting Frat Boy on to game.
We go out to eat and I just continue to fuck with her an be an asshole towards her. Frat Boy comments on the place we eat at, “This is a nice place, I could take a chick here.”
I chime in quick, “Naw, that’s your first mistake. Don’t buy bitches food.”
Platonic chimes in, “Don’t listen to him!! He’s an asshole!”
I continue to be an asshole and fuck with her about shit. Every once in a while, I’ll tone it down and throw in a comment or something.
After we finish eating, I go to the restroom, they go to the front to pay.
When, I walk back to where they are, Frat Boy speaks up, “[Platonic] is going on and on about how good you look, bro. She really likes your new style.”
She screams out, “Oh my gosh! Why would you tell him that! His ego does not need boosting! Who’s side are you on?”
“I’m not on a side, I’m team neutral.” He says.
I just laugh.
We head back to the apartment. Trying to plan the night. Another dude is going to come over and he’s going to drive down with Frat Boy and Platonic and I are going to ride downtown together, if I get fucked up, she’s the DD on the way back if I need it.
She goes home to get dressed and it’s just Frat Boy and I chilling again, watching TV. He looks at me, “Actually bro, I think you could fuck [Platonic Friend] tonight if you wanted to.”
“Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing…. “
“She’s excited about going out with you, she’s heard so much about you with women, she wants to see your game. She’s also feeling your new look.”
It’s an interesting idea, another option perhaps. I’m thinking I could just continue being an asshole to her and at some point, late in the night after we both have a couple of drinks in our system, I might make a move on her….
But, my current plan is to get Crush and Short Model out and compete for me. Short Model calls me around this time. ”Are you down here, yet?”
“Naw, about to head out now. We’ll be downtown in like 10 minutes.”
It’s a fucking lie. With parking and all of that, we don’t make it down there for another hour and a half.
We head out. The three of us. Our other friend will just meet us down there. There’s so many people downtown for [event] that the streets are packed. We park far as fuck. And walk. Frat Boy goes back with the other guy when he shows up, to help him find parking and walk into downtown with him. So, now it’s just me and Platonic together. I’m leading the way. She’s holding on to me so she doesn’t get lost. I text Crush and Short Model,
Me, 12:21 am: Just getting downtown…. you down here?
It takes Short Model 20 minutes to respond and say “yeah”, Crush never does.
We finally get to where the good bars are, I go into a bar and text Crush, Short Model, and Frat Boy
Me, 12:58 am: In [bar]
Yeah, 12:58 am. Bars close at 2am. Do you see how long it took us just to get out and get to a bar? That’s mistake number one….
I head to the bar, it’s so packed, I just buy a drink for me and Platonic, because I don’t feel like dealing with it.
So, her and I are together, drinking, dancing. I’m fucking with her, pulling her hair…. having a good time.
She’s into it.
I feel like she’s becoming a real option for tonight at this point.
Frat Boy and the other dude finally show up and we leave to go to another bar.
I decide to call Short Model. She tells me she’s on the corner of [street] and [street]. I’m close by, so we head over there. It’s so crowded, I can’t find her. I also can’t hear what she’s saying on the phone, so I just hang up.
She calls me back, but my phone isn’t working and I can’t answer.
I try to call her back, but my phone isn’t calling out. So many people down here, cell phone service is bullshit.
How am I supposed to find a 5’3″ girl in a crowd of people. I stop to hang out there for a couple of minutes. Frat Boy and Platonic don’t like this. ”Let’s go in another bar! Let’s move around from here!”
I decide to walk around to where I think Short Model may be standing… I couldn’t really hear her on the phone, so I’m not 100 percent sure. As I’m walking, Platonic is behind me, pushing me, “No, go this way!”
I don’t listen her. I stop and lean back on her just to fuck with her.
She keeps complaining, “Forget this girl, you can meet up with her later when the bars close, let’s go get another drink.”
Again, I’m not listening to her. She keeps pushing me in the back. I lean back and get serious, “Say. Stop pushing me like that. I’m not even playing with you.”
I expect her to take the hint. And I continue to walk around, I turn to go in one direction and I hear her say, “No, go this way!” I don’t listen and step towards the direction I was going in and she fucking shoves me from behind. I snap, I turn around and my hand goes across my chest. I don’t push her back or anything, I just got that real aggressive pissed off look on my face and I yell something at her like, “I told you to chill with that shit!” Frat Boy jumps in between us like we were two dudes about to fight or something.
It’s the look on my face that gets to her I think. Her eyes get big. She’s shocked.
I keep walking. We head over towards other bars. Frat Boy comes over to me, “You made [Platonic] mad man, she won’t even talk to me now.”
I go over towards her, “[Platonic], come here for a second.” She moves away from me. Won’t even look at me, or talk to me. She’s done for the night.
I get kind of mad about that and let it piss me off for the rest of the night. What the fuck is wrong with her? I think to myself. Why is she acting like a little fucking girl? She shouldnt’ve been pushing me like that, I warned her to stop….
I go rouge from the group. I don’t feel like dealing with any of them right now.
I find another group of friends and just post up outside of a bar with them. The lights in the bars are coming on now, shit’s closing. The night’s over.
Frat Boy texts me and says their heading back to the car. I ignore it, and continue to walk around the streets by myself. I try to call Shit Talker… she answers, “Hey [Willy Wonka]!” but after that I can’t hear what she said. Too many people around, too loud. I hang up, and decide to hit a side street where no people are to call her back.
By the time I get to a side street, I need to piss, so I piss in the back alley somewhere, then I think about if I should call Shit Talker or Short Model.
I decide to call Short Model one last time.
She answers. She’s already at her car, “where’d you park?” I ask. She tells me.
“What are you trying to do?” She asks.
I kind of avoid the question. Not bold enough on the phone I guess. I just tell her where I parked which is far, and tell her to come pick me up and take me to my car.
“Where are you right now?”
I tell her. ”Okay, yeah, I can do that, my friend parked over there and I have to drive her back to her car. I’ll drive over there and see if I see you, I’ll call you.”
“Alright.”
Not sure if this is going to work, but I feel lame standing on the corner by myself away from where all of the people are. I walk around a bit, and then walk back to the main part of downtown where all of the people are. i feel like I could just walk back to that corner when Short Model calls me to see where I am. I haven’t approached anything new all night and I feel like I should, but part of me doesn’t want to, I’m just too pissed off at the whole situation with Platonic Friend still. I’m starting to blame her for ruining my birthday. Which just pisses me off even more.
I open one chick who’s sitting down as I walk past, she just kind of looks at me and doesn’t respond. Whatever.
45 minutes or so pass and Short Model hasn’t called me. Or my phone isn’t working. Yeah, she’s not picking me up now.
I start to walk back toward my car. I try to call Frat Boy and Shit Talker, but my phone won’t even dial out, I’m getting some weird error message I’ve never gotten before, but it basically just means there’s too many fucking people around and the cell towers are on overload.
Now, I’m pissed at not only Platonic Friend, but also at Sprint. Frat Boy a little bit too. I’m basically blaming everybody but myself for the reason why I’m going home tonight with no notch.
I get back to my car, finally. It’s past 3am now. I call Shit Talker. Straight to voicemail.
I’m done now. The night’s over. I don’t want it to be, but it is. I have trouble accepting this and just sit in my car by myself. I think about just driving all the way home, I still feel awake. I wonder how many hours I can drive before I start to want to go to sleep.
Frat Boy texts me,
dont forget i got my wallet in your trunk and [platonic] needed her purse
Oh. I forgot their shit was in my trunk. Good thing I didn’t just start driving all the way home. I drive back to Frat Boy’s place and again, just sit there in my car, reflecting on the night.
I’m super pissed.
What a horrible 25th birthday I can’t stop thinking to myself. I go on a mini-depression bout while sitting there in the car… My life sucks, what the fuck? Why did I even come down here? I didn’t even want to, I knew it would be too crowded and it would suck. Then, I come down because three chicks hit me up wanting to see, and I wind up not seeing any of them. It’s probably over with Shit Talker now, because I was calling her looking desperate at 3am. It’s probably over with Short Model, because she left me on the corner and didn’t even pick me up to drive me to my car. Crush – fuck that bitch. Me and Platonic will probably never be friends again. Fuck that bitch, I should just take her purse and dump everything in it out on the floor – she fucking ruined my night, what a bitch. I start to sulk about everything bothering me in my life. School, work, etc.
Damn liqour.
I just happened to go on my Facebook app on my phone. I see Fiasco is online. I Facebook chat him,
“Worst 25th birthday ever.”
“What happened?”
I tell him everything…. all he says is “mhmmm” but for some reason. I now feel a lot better. I go inside and chill with Dr. Know It All for a bit, listening to music and telling him and his friend about my night. Then, I pass out on the floor.
Frat Boy and Platonic eventually make their way back home. I get up and try to talk to her. She still won’t even look at me. Frat Boy is trying to stop me, “Go back inside man, go back inside. I’ll talk to you about it in the morning….”
Whatever….
Fucking shit ass birthday.
Be Yourself: The Truth About Authentic Dating
Why So Many Relationships End at 90 Days
There really are NO BAD DATES!
How The Law of Attraction Can Help You Find Love
A Dude Diner’s Doctrine
Soundtrax To Your Life: Pre-Date Tunes
Ms. Awesome’s Advice for Men
Bad Relationships Aren’t Investments
How To Get A One Nite Stand Out Of Your Apartment
I was going to go to the city I just recently moved from for my birthday, but then I found out they were hosting a big event that weekend, and that made me not want to go.
So, I last minute scrambled to make other plans…. a place with casinos? Some other city?
At the end, I couldn’t really put shit together in time and get all of my friends (who are spread out in different cities) to agree to converge on one location and do it big.
So, what was I going to do? Short Model wanted me to come down to the city I just moved from.
Then, Shit Talker texted me to see if I would be in town…
I still wasn’t sure yet…
And, then…. A couple of days before my birthday, Crush texted me.
Her, 7:49 pm: Hey! Coming to [city] for [event]??
I start thinking… hell, I’m on a hot streak! I’m more alpha than I was before, I’ve grown my hair out, I’m in better shape, I dress better… and I’m bolder in what I want, more willing to dominate and take control of a situation. I’m a totally different dude than I was a year ago, when I played Wii with her on my 24th birthday. A year later, and a new man. If I can get her out to a bar and buy me a drink, I might could actually fuck her this time around….
It’s a thought. Plus, I would also love to fuck Short Model. If neither her nor Crush pan out that night, I could use Shit Talker as a backup plan. I mean, I have 3 different chicks hitting me up wanting to see me this weekend in my old city, why go to another city and have to put in work sarging for new chicks?
Plus, my stats in my old city are pretty good lately. The last 5 times I’ve been to visit for the weekend – I’ve SNL’d a chick 3 of them. 3 out of 5. That’s pretty solid stats. I wish my game was that solid here in my hometown. Shit, it could’ve been 4 out of 5, if Dr. Know It All wasn’t a square.
So, I text Crush back:
Me, 8:57 pm: I’ll prob come down Sat
Her, 9:01 pm: Oh ok. You celebrating a bday too right? Well it would be nice to see you when you are here.
Me, 9:14 pm: Yep. I’ll text you when I’m down there then. You can come buy me a drink for my bday
Her, 9:53 pm: Sounds good!
So, it’s settled. I’m going to my old city… again. For my birthday.
The plan: Get a couple of my friends together, go to a bar and get Crush and Short Model to come to the bar I’m at. Play them off of each other. Let both of them see me with the other one. Both of them are solid 8′s at least. Both of them have done some “modeling” before, but both are too short to be actual models. Make them compete for me. Game both of them, and see which one is the surer thing for the night… and, go home with her.
If that doesn’t work, just fuck Shit Talker again.
Or, sarge new girls.
Plenty of options.
That’s the plan….
Friday night, I fuck Ghetto Club again. Short Model calls me when I’m with her, but I don’t answer… too busy getting my first piece of birthday pussy in. :)
Before, I head out of town Saturday, Ghetto Club calls me to again wish me happy birthday and tell me to have fun while I’m out of town… she also throws in this little quip: “don’t fuck any hookers while you’re down there…” Lol. I don’t agree to that, I just change the topic.
When, I head out, I call Short Model back to let her know I’m on the way.
“Happy Birthday!! I thought you might be down here last night, that’s why I called you last night. Call me when you get down here, then…” she says something like that. Short conversation.
I get into town and head over to Frat Boy’s place. For some reason, I get the idea to call Platonic Friend.
She wishes me Happy Birthday and says she’ll stop by Frat Boy’s place in a little bit.
A quick backstory on her: Frat Boy tried to talk to her four years ago. He took her on a romantic Valentine’s date and bought her a stuffed animal and then got LBJF’d when she got back with her ex boyfriend a week later. Four years later, Frat Boy and her are like brothers and sisters. I’m always a bit of an asshole to her, but we’re cool.
So, I’m chilling with Frat Boy and she shows up.
“Oh my gosh, I like your new look [Willy Wonka]. It’s really working for you!”
“I know.”
“Uggh! I don’t know why I tell you anything, like your ego needs a boost!”
I had already told Frat Boy about the plan for tonight, he doesn’t think it’ll work, he doesn’t get it, so he asks Platonic about it now.
“He thinks he can get two girls to come to the same bar and compete for him, tell him that shit’s not going to work.”
“Umm…. ” She looks at me, “Girls definitely compete for guys all of the time. I think it can work.”
“What?” He doesn’t get it, “why? I think a chick would be offended if he brought another chick too!”
“Yeah…” she says, “girls don’t think like that. Plus, it’s his birthday and it’s a bar, they have no right to get offended. I could definitely see them competing. It’s a good plan.”
“Told you, bro.” I say..
“Yeah, [Willy Wonka] knows what he’s doing, [Frat Boy]. You have to stop thinking like you sometimes with girls.” Damn, she’s putting Frat Boy on to game.
We go out to eat and I just continue to fuck with her an be an asshole towards her. Frat Boy comments on the place we eat at, “This is a nice place, I could take a chick here.”
I chime in quick, “Naw, that’s your first mistake. Don’t buy bitches food.”
Platonic chimes in, “Don’t listen to him!! He’s an asshole!”
I continue to be an asshole and fuck with her about shit. Every once in a while, I’ll tone it down and throw in a comment or something.
After we finish eating, I go to the restroom, they go to the front to pay.
When, I walk back to where they are, Frat Boy speaks up, “[Platonic] is going on and on about how good you look, bro. She really likes your new style.”
She screams out, “Oh my gosh! Why would you tell him that! His ego does not need boosting! Who’s side are you on?”
“I’m not on a side, I’m team neutral.” He says.
I just laugh.
We head back to the apartment. Trying to plan the night. Another dude is going to come over and he’s going to drive down with Frat Boy and Platonic and I are going to ride downtown together, if I get fucked up, she’s the DD on the way back if I need it.
She goes home to get dressed and it’s just Frat Boy and I chilling again, watching TV. He looks at me, “Actually bro, I think you could fuck [Platonic Friend] tonight if you wanted to.”
“Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing…. “
“She’s excited about going out with you, she’s heard so much about you with women, she wants to see your game. She’s also feeling your new look.”
It’s an interesting idea, another option perhaps. I’m thinking I could just continue being an asshole to her and at some point, late in the night after we both have a couple of drinks in our system, I might make a move on her….
But, my current plan is to get Crush and Short Model out and compete for me. Short Model calls me around this time. ”Are you down here, yet?”
“Naw, about to head out now. We’ll be downtown in like 10 minutes.”
It’s a fucking lie. With parking and all of that, we don’t make it down there for another hour and a half.
We head out. The three of us. Our other friend will just meet us down there. There’s so many people downtown for [event] that the streets are packed. We park far as fuck. And walk. Frat Boy goes back with the other guy when he shows up, to help him find parking and walk into downtown with him. So, now it’s just me and Platonic together. I’m leading the way. She’s holding on to me so she doesn’t get lost. I text Crush and Short Model,
Me, 12:21 am: Just getting downtown…. you down here?
It takes Short Model 20 minutes to respond and say “yeah”, Crush never does.
We finally get to where the good bars are, I go into a bar and text Crush, Short Model, and Frat Boy
Me, 12:58 am: In [bar]
Yeah, 12:58 am. Bars close at 2am. Do you see how long it took us just to get out and get to a bar? That’s mistake number one….
I head to the bar, it’s so packed, I just buy a drink for me and Platonic, because I don’t feel like dealing with it.
So, her and I are together, drinking, dancing. I’m fucking with her, pulling her hair…. having a good time.
She’s into it.
I feel like she’s becoming a real option for tonight at this point.
Frat Boy and the other dude finally show up and we leave to go to another bar.
I decide to call Short Model. She tells me she’s on the corner of [street] and [street]. I’m close by, so we head over there. It’s so crowded, I can’t find her. I also can’t hear what she’s saying on the phone, so I just hang up.
She calls me back, but my phone isn’t working and I can’t answer.
I try to call her back, but my phone isn’t calling out. So many people down here, cell phone service is bullshit.
How am I supposed to find a 5’3″ girl in a crowd of people. I stop to hang out there for a couple of minutes. Frat Boy and Platonic don’t like this. ”Let’s go in another bar! Let’s move around from here!”
I decide to walk around to where I think Short Model may be standing… I couldn’t really hear her on the phone, so I’m not 100 percent sure. As I’m walking, Platonic is behind me, pushing me, “No, go this way!”
I don’t listen her. I stop and lean back on her just to fuck with her.
She keeps complaining, “Forget this girl, you can meet up with her later when the bars close, let’s go get another drink.”
Again, I’m not listening to her. She keeps pushing me in the back. I lean back and get serious, “Say. Stop pushing me like that. I’m not even playing with you.”
I expect her to take the hint. And I continue to walk around, I turn to go in one direction and I hear her say, “No, go this way!” I don’t listen and step towards the direction I was going in and she fucking shoves me from behind. I snap, I turn around and my hand goes across my chest. I don’t push her back or anything, I just got that real aggressive pissed off look on my face and I yell something at her like, “I told you to chill with that shit!” Frat Boy jumps in between us like we were two dudes about to fight or something.
It’s the look on my face that gets to her I think. Her eyes get big. She’s shocked.
I keep walking. We head over towards other bars. Frat Boy comes over to me, “You made [Platonic] mad man, she won’t even talk to me now.”
I go over towards her, “[Platonic], come here for a second.” She moves away from me. Won’t even look at me, or talk to me. She’s done for the night.
I get kind of mad about that and let it piss me off for the rest of the night. What the fuck is wrong with her? I think to myself. Why is she acting like a little fucking girl? She shouldnt’ve been pushing me like that, I warned her to stop….
I go rouge from the group. I don’t feel like dealing with any of them right now.
I find another group of friends and just post up outside of a bar with them. The lights in the bars are coming on now, shit’s closing. The night’s over.
Frat Boy texts me and says their heading back to the car. I ignore it, and continue to walk around the streets by myself. I try to call Shit Talker… she answers, “Hey [Willy Wonka]!” but after that I can’t hear what she said. Too many people around, too loud. I hang up, and decide to hit a side street where no people are to call her back.
By the time I get to a side street, I need to piss, so I piss in the back alley somewhere, then I think about if I should call Shit Talker or Short Model.
I decide to call Short Model one last time.
She answers. She’s already at her car, “where’d you park?” I ask. She tells me.
“What are you trying to do?” She asks.
I kind of avoid the question. Not bold enough on the phone I guess. I just tell her where I parked which is far, and tell her to come pick me up and take me to my car.
“Where are you right now?”
I tell her. ”Okay, yeah, I can do that, my friend parked over there and I have to drive her back to her car. I’ll drive over there and see if I see you, I’ll call you.”
“Alright.”
Not sure if this is going to work, but I feel lame standing on the corner by myself away from where all of the people are. I walk around a bit, and then walk back to the main part of downtown where all of the people are. i feel like I could just walk back to that corner when Short Model calls me to see where I am. I haven’t approached anything new all night and I feel like I should, but part of me doesn’t want to, I’m just too pissed off at the whole situation with Platonic Friend still. I’m starting to blame her for ruining my birthday. Which just pisses me off even more.
I open one chick who’s sitting down as I walk past, she just kind of looks at me and doesn’t respond. Whatever.
45 minutes or so pass and Short Model hasn’t called me. Or my phone isn’t working. Yeah, she’s not picking me up now.
I start to walk back toward my car. I try to call Frat Boy and Shit Talker, but my phone won’t even dial out, I’m getting some weird error message I’ve never gotten before, but it basically just means there’s too many fucking people around and the cell towers are on overload.
Now, I’m pissed at not only Platonic Friend, but also at Sprint. Frat Boy a little bit too. I’m basically blaming everybody but myself for the reason why I’m going home tonight with no notch.
I get back to my car, finally. It’s past 3am now. I call Shit Talker. Straight to voicemail.
I’m done now. The night’s over. I don’t want it to be, but it is. I have trouble accepting this and just sit in my car by myself. I think about just driving all the way home, I still feel awake. I wonder how many hours I can drive before I start to want to go to sleep.
Frat Boy texts me,
dont forget i got my wallet in your trunk and [platonic] needed her purse
Oh. I forgot their shit was in my trunk. Good thing I didn’t just start driving all the way home. I drive back to Frat Boy’s place and again, just sit there in my car, reflecting on the night.
I’m super pissed.
What a horrible 25th birthday I can’t stop thinking to myself. I go on a mini-depression bout while sitting there in the car… My life sucks, what the fuck? Why did I even come down here? I didn’t even want to, I knew it would be too crowded and it would suck. Then, I come down because three chicks hit me up wanting to see, and I wind up not seeing any of them. It’s probably over with Shit Talker now, because I was calling her looking desperate at 3am. It’s probably over with Short Model, because she left me on the corner and didn’t even pick me up to drive me to my car. Crush – fuck that bitch. Me and Platonic will probably never be friends again. Fuck that bitch, I should just take her purse and dump everything in it out on the floor – she fucking ruined my night, what a bitch. I start to sulk about everything bothering me in my life. School, work, etc.
Damn liqour.
I just happened to go on my Facebook app on my phone. I see Fiasco is online. I Facebook chat him,
“Worst 25th birthday ever.”
“What happened?”
I tell him everything…. all he says is “mhmmm” but for some reason. I now feel a lot better. I go inside and chill with Dr. Know It All for a bit, listening to music and telling him and his friend about my night. Then, I pass out on the floor.
Frat Boy and Platonic eventually make their way back home. I get up and try to talk to her. She still won’t even look at me. Frat Boy is trying to stop me, “Go back inside man, go back inside. I’ll talk to you about it in the morning….”
Whatever….
Fucking shit ass birthday.
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