I'm not worthy, Grizz. I'm happy to play my role as the B story that fills in time until the commercial.
Anyway. Looks like Jenny B is on her way out for a little while. I went over to her place for a few drinks earlier this week. She was super proud of herself because she's gone out with a guy 5 times and only had sex with him once. I really hope it works out for her. She's nuts, and her life is destructive even by my standards. We drank and ####ed a couple of times and I was on my way.
The next night (I think it was Thursday) I had plans with Jenny A.I wore Sperrys, faded Levis 514s that look damn good on me, a Patagonia quarter zip fleece, and a blue Bernie Sanders for president t-shirt underneath. It was probably too warm for the fleece and too cold for the Sperrys. A is hispanic so I always suggest Mexican food. It started out as shtick, but she always agrees.
We get to the restaurant and she immediately starts putting away frozen margaritas. I'm still hungover from the night before (I'm getting way too old for this ####) so I stick to water. I feel my phone buzz a couple of times and check it when A goes to the ladies room. Its B. You busy? ####. Turns out shes wasted at a bar a couple of blocks over and wants a ride home. She lives a stones throw from me. Were both at the other end of town. I tell her I'm with friends and I'll come get her in a few.
This is basically what you would see in a bad 80s sitcom. I'm trying to figure out how to play this gracefully. B is more attractive in every way than A, but B is talking about being exclusive with Prince Charming (except Id been inside her less than 24 hrs ago so who the hell knows). I check Uber, nothing available. ####### small town.
I tell A that one of my friends is drunk and needs a ride.
Her: Big smile. GREEAAAT! Id love to meet your friend.
Me:Oof.
Me:Thinking...thinking. He's actually in [town about 10 miles away], let me run you back to my place and you can pick up your car.
Her: Extremely pissed.
All this time my phone is buzzing constantly. A deluge of drunk texts from B. She eventually works it out to have somebody else pick her up, but A is still pissed. It was a silly mistake. I got too cute. This is where I start drinking. Drunk Rirruto somehow salvages the unforced error and sidesteps what looked like a cockblock. If it weren't for alcohol, I would die a virgin. No question. I'm convinced that if I would have started drinking at the beginning of dinner I could have pulled off the Jenny Slam.
I've got a couple of new girls set up for this week. We'll see how that goes. My matching has been pretty good, but my message response rate hasn't been where it normally is. Sometimes I'm whiffing on girls like
this. Shes probably a step out of my tinder league. And girls like
this. Shes probably at my level, and actually this example girl is a couple of years older than I am. I don't know if that makes her more or less attainable. Whiffing with them is fine. They're girls I would have a ton of confidence in landing in person, but tinder/online is way more difficult than in person. But I've also swung and missed on some girls that I'm probably a notch or two above. Which is frustrating. I'm slumping, but if I can convert the two this week, I'll be set for spring. I'll send some flyers to some that I've missed on and have matches coming in, but I don't like to have more than 3 or 4 in the rotation. It's too much work.