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The Hug Life Chronicles: :( (1 Viewer)

In both cases, both women told me they had feelings for me, then for their own respective reasons, flaked. 
Maybe, you’re the flake? Perhaps it is time for some soul searching. “Why do my recent relationships just suddenly end? Hmmmmmm, me? Could it be?”

This is where you should start! You are welcome GB! 

 
Everyone over 30 doesnt have the baggage of the 2 women you have described.  Your best bet is to ditch that mindset if you are going to move forward.  There are still some women out there with class, dignity and morals.  Like I said you are just looking in the wrong places.  Its not alpha male shtick its just the way it is.  You now have been burned (2x) just on what you have told us.  I will debate you until the end of time that the last girl was not classy.  A 50 year old bar fly that wants to screw on her friends couch the first night she meets is not classy.  She just isnt dude. 

Believe it or not I am pulling for you but like I said if you just want to screw keep doing the exact same thing you doing, if you want a relationship up your standards and change the things that you have relied on in the past.  If you text a girl and she doesnt respond end that chit immediately.  Dont let her dictate the rules of the game.
Not sure why I'm arguing with you, but here we go...

"There are still some women out there with class, dignity and morals" --You keep wanting to make this about class. I don't know why. Was it the neighbor's tattoo? :lol:  The couch incident with Stacy was after a night of drinking. We kissed. It was good. Things progressed. We are both consenting adults that had good physical chemistry. That has nothing to do with class. Also, I didn't say hey I'm jumping right into a relationship with this chick I just made out with on this couch, and really wasn't even worried about that at the time. It just grew into something. It's easy to analyze in hindsight, and perhaps due to they way I told the story, but feelings (for her and me) definitely progressed as they went.  As I've told you at least 3 times now, I am aware you only have a partial picture to go on here due to personal details I haven't and won't share on a public forum, but I've tried to paint as accurate a picture as I can without getting too personal. 

"Like I said you are just looking in the wrong places" --let's see.. Met one at a dinner party of a mutual friend (incidentally exactly how my parents met) and the other one literally moved in next door and we hit it off, so, again... I think you're completely off base here.

"if you want a relationship up your standards" --believe me when I say my standards for being in a relationship with someone are plenty high. I know I'm picky, and maybe that's my issue, but oh well. I've gotten certain things I've gotta have that I'm not willing to compromise on.That is NOT an issue. If me being too picky is the issue, then I guess I will be alone forever. I'm slowly coming to terms with being ok with that too. 

And as far as the texting thing, I already said I was ignoring this other chick from now on. She said she "wasn't uninterested" so I, again, made a little play. It's in her court. I do not expect to hear from her though, and definitely not sitting around waiting to hear from her, so I hope I didn't make it sound that way. No biggie. Not worrying over that. 

 
Not sure why I'm arguing with you, but here we go...

"There are still some women out there with class, dignity and morals" --You keep wanting to make this about class. I don't know why. Was it the neighbor's tattoo? :lol:  The couch incident with Stacy was after a night of drinking. We kissed. It was good. Things progressed. We are both consenting adults that had good physical chemistry. That has nothing to do with class. Also, I didn't say hey I'm jumping right into a relationship with this chick I just made out with on this couch, and really wasn't even worried about that at the time. It just grew into something. It's easy to analyze in hindsight, and perhaps due to they way I told the story, but feelings (for her and me) definitely progressed as they went.  As I've told you at least 3 times now, I am aware you only have a partial picture to go on here due to personal details I haven't and won't share on a public forum, but I've tried to paint as accurate a picture as I can without getting too personal. 

"Like I said you are just looking in the wrong places" --let's see.. Met one at a dinner party of a mutual friend (incidentally exactly how my parents met) and the other one literally moved in next door and we hit it off, so, again... I think you're completely off base here.

"if you want a relationship up your standards" --believe me when I say my standards for being in a relationship with someone are plenty high. I know I'm picky, and maybe that's my issue, but oh well. I've gotten certain things I've gotta have that I'm not willing to compromise on.That is NOT an issue. If me being too picky is the issue, then I guess I will be alone forever. I'm slowly coming to terms with being ok with that too. 

And as far as the texting thing, I already said I was ignoring this other chick from now on. She said she "wasn't uninterested" so I, again, made a little play. It's in her court. I do not expect to hear from her though, and definitely not sitting around waiting to hear from her, so I hope I didn't make it sound that way. No biggie. Not worrying over that. 
1. You just dont get it here so there is really no point in trying to explain things.   I went into detail about both women about why there were red flags from the jump about the potential for relationships.  But I love how you have played now twice the card of "I wasnt expecting anything its just that I developed feelings for both"  Maybe like the poster above said you may need to look in a mirror.   Or maybe ask yourself this, do you really want to date or have a relationship with a 50 year old bar fly that wanted to bang you on the first night at her friends house on a couch?  If that says class to you then maybe I need to get to Louisiana more often.

2. You met this chick via a relationship from girl you met on Tinder.  One you didnt hook up with I may add.  You are not going to meet the girl of your dreams on that app or by proxy of that app.  Thats just the way it is.   And like a bunch of us warned you about the girl next door did you possibly see that as ending well?  For the record you yourself said you havent spoken to here in over a year.  Your neighbor.

3. From what you have told us you are not picky, at all I might add.   Spending the weekend or whatever with the girl you didnt bang on the couch and then trying to date her is anything but picky. 

 
sure it is and that girl promptly threw him out of the game.  

i doubt we are at the point about being middle-aged and bragging about getting laid
Swing and a miss, again.  He's not bragging.  And yes we come here to read about middle-aged men flirting, hugging, making errors and hitting home runs.  

 
Yeah, you're not even reading. Done arguing. Smh. Same as day 1. :lol:  
He is reading, and so are you, but it does seem to be at an impasse.

I do agree with him about Stacy and Tinder (but not Marissa - still rooting there). The entire Stacy thing is like you're both 25. Except you're not. The girl of your dreams is at the grocery store, not the bar (and indeed, she's not on Tinder). 

But, for the sake of this thread, please continue with Stacy's, Marissa's, or anyone else who looks twice at the Colonel. Just don't do the feelings thing with the bar chicks from this point on - nothing good comes there.  

 
He is reading, and so are you, but it does seem to be at an impasse.

I do agree with him about Stacy and Tinder (but not Marissa - still rooting there). The entire Stacy thing is like you're both 25. Except you're not. The girl of your dreams is at the grocery store, not the bar (and indeed, she's not on Tinder). 

But, for the sake of this thread, please continue with Stacy's, Marissa's, or anyone else who looks twice at the Colonel. Just don't do the feelings thing with the bar chicks from this point on - nothing good comes there.  
Oh I agree, which is why I don't go to bars to pick up random women. And I'm sure there are probably some married couples and longtime significant others who met at bars. Not judging those who do, it just never has been my thing. But Stacy wasn't random. As I had said earlier on, she had caught my eye a long time back. We had just never been introduced. And even then, I wasn't going into meeting her with ANY expectations of a relationship or anything else. I just knew she was attractive. We met and hit it off. Things happened. Some feelings developed, mutually. She was on the fence briefly, then she made her choice and bailed. I don't regret getting involved with her.  And I wasn't super upset about it not working out. I was more upset with how she handled communicating it to me, and that has zero to do with class or morals, or where we met, or what happened between us. 

 
i think you mean jessup is 0 for 2 and he didnt listen to the scouting report 
I don't know you and I don't weigh in very often in threads, but you realize that you come across as a complete jerk when you post stuff like this?  And maybe that's what you are hoping for, but realize your message here and in other threads get diluted when you keep beating a dead horse.

We get it.  You don't think the Colonel is a great dating specimen.  Just let it go....please.

 
Red Dress Run weekend, The Prologue

My good friend Kate, who you guys are familiar with, called me last week (which, coincidentally, was the first week that I haven't had my kids for more than 48 hours in several years) with a tempting offer. A friend of hers had tickets to Bush/STP/The Cure in New Orleans for the upcoming weekend. Another group of her friends was going down to Nola for the Red Dress Run event which was also happening in the upcoming weekend. Kate wanted to go to the Red Dress hooplah with her friends, but did not want to go to the concert.  Her offer was for me to tag along with them for the weekend and then I could take her spot at the concert. This did not sound like a super fun time to me, but Kate can be pretty persuasive, even at her own expense. :lol:   She says "The hotel room is already paid for. The concert ticket is already paid for. I will pay for your food and drinks, or at least most of it. Basically all you have to do is show up here and drive us down there and back, in mutual friend's rental car." (Her car was in the shop, so she was sporting a temporary RAV4).  I had been kinda down in the dumps for a couple weeks, and with my kids being gone, it was super quiet and I had zero plans for the upcoming weekend, so I said "alright, I'm in, dammit" to Kate's excitement. She said "We are going to have so much fun!!" excitedly.  She would turn out to be very right...

 
Red Dress Run weekend, The Prologue

My good friend Kate, who you guys are familiar with, called me last week (which, coincidentally, was the first week that I haven't had my kids for more than 48 hours in several years) with a tempting offer. A friend of hers had tickets to Bush/STP/The Cure in New Orleans for the upcoming weekend. Another group of her friends was going down to Nola for the Red Dress Run event which was also happening in the upcoming weekend. Kate wanted to go to the Red Dress hooplah with her friends, but did not want to go to the concert.  Her offer was for me to tag along with them for the weekend and then I could take her spot at the concert. This did not sound like a super fun time to me, but Kate can be pretty persuasive, even at her own expense. :lol:   She says "The hotel room is already paid for. The concert ticket is already paid for. I will pay for your food and drinks, or at least most of it. Basically all you have to do is show up here and drive us down there and back, in mutual friend's rental car." (Her car was in the shop, so she was sporting a temporary RAV4).  I had been kinda down in the dumps for a couple weeks, and with my kids being gone, it was super quiet and I had zero plans for the upcoming weekend, so I said "alright, I'm in, dammit" to Kate's excitement. She said "We are going to have so much fun!!" excitedly.  She would turn out to be very right...
it is really slow around these parts, don't piece meal this thing out...give it all at once

 
Is your post In Between Days?  Are you gonna post some more stuff that’s Hot! Hot! Hot!?

 
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Red Dress Run weekend, The Prologue

My good friend Kate, who you guys are familiar with, called me last week (which, coincidentally, was the first week that I haven't had my kids for more than 48 hours in several years) with a tempting offer. A friend of hers had tickets to Bush/STP/The Cure in New Orleans for the upcoming weekend. Another group of her friends was going down to Nola for the Red Dress Run event which was also happening in the upcoming weekend. Kate wanted to go to the Red Dress hooplah with her friends, but did not want to go to the concert.  Her offer was for me to tag along with them for the weekend and then I could take her spot at the concert. This did not sound like a super fun time to me, but Kate can be pretty persuasive, even at her own expense. :lol:   She says "The hotel room is already paid for. The concert ticket is already paid for. I will pay for your food and drinks, or at least most of it. Basically all you have to do is show up here and drive us down there and back, in mutual friend's rental car." (Her car was in the shop, so she was sporting a temporary RAV4).  I had been kinda down in the dumps for a couple weeks, and with my kids being gone, it was super quiet and I had zero plans for the upcoming weekend, so I said "alright, I'm in, dammit" to Kate's excitement. She said "We are going to have so much fun!!" excitedly.  She would turn out to be very right...
See kids - this is how it's done. Suggestive...titillating....anticipatory.......excellent build up.

Now, it's been 15 hours. Get to it Colonel.  :football:

 
the old colonel is back in the saddle brohans and i like westerns its go time take that to the bank bromigos 

 
ps i just listened to a bunch of cure songs because of this thread and now i am sort of happy but also feel a little ashamed take that to the bank brochachos 

 
I got to the girls about 5PM. They fix to-go drinks (some sort of coconut rum for Kate and vodka/cranberry for her friend) and we headed out. We rolled in to the 504 around 10PM, after a couple of pit stops. We got to our hotel and check in, grab a luggage cart and pile my small suitcase and the girls' 357 bags on there and we head up to the room.  We get in there and there is one queen size bed and no couch and only one little wicker chair device type thing in the corner. Oh well, we will figure that out later. The girls freshen up and Kate hits up her friends to see where they are located on or around Bourbon Street so we can meet up with them. We get their coordinates and Kate's friend, who we shall call Josie, summons a Lyft for us and off we go. We met up with the group around 11ish at Lafitte's. Everyone grabbed a drink and we hung out with the crew for a bit but they were getting restless, so we strike off down Bourbon in search of a new location. Ticklers dueling piano bar was the destination. My first time there but they had beer, so it worked for me. :lol: It was a fun place. We requested a few songs and stayed there for a couple of hours. A quite attractive, fairly drunken brunette approached me with a shot of Fireball and said she couldn't drink it and that I must. My stomach had been a little iffy earlier in the morning, so I was really trying to stick to beer for the evening, however who am I to argue with an attractive brunette who's trying to force drinks upon me. So like any good colonel would do, I negotiated a treaty to keep the peace. Told her to drink half and I'd drink the other half. This shouldn't be too bad on my stomach and it would also assure that I wasn't getting roofied. :ph34r:  Some of the group was fairly drunk by then, as they had a sizable head start on Kate, Josie and myself. Some of them were ready to head home for the evening. I think it was around 2AM at that point, IIRC, and some of the establishments were beginning to close. Mildly drunk Kate insisted on getting pizza. I have a pretty staunch policy of never turning down pizza so I say let's go. We find a place that had been recommended to us and we step up to the counter and I order a couple of slices. Kate loudly exclaims "NO WE NEED 4 SLICES!" I tried to convince her otherwise, but she insisted and she was paying for it, so ok ma'am, give us 4 slices :lol:   She hands us 4 slices in a single stack, each on a paper plate with the little wax paper liner. Kate grabs them and is walking down Bourbon Street holding them up in the air and the mental image I still have is something like a cross between Simba and a waitress balancing plates.  We make our way back down towards Lafitte's to see what was happening there, but it was starting to close down as well. Josie had paired off with a member of the group and did not appear to be coming back to the hotel with us. I ask Kate if she wanted to catch a Lyft. She said she was busy eating pizza and we didn't have time for that. :lol: :wall:  so we start walking (it was less than a mile away). 

We make it to the hotel and we are exhausted so we climb into the bed, plug our phones in and :sleep:  . I am awakened a few hours later by Kate getting up and going to the bathroom. I doze back off briefly and I hear the bathroom door open. I look up and there is a completely naked Kate walking back to the bed. :eek:   She's still drunk and half asleep and she mumbled something about  her pajamas were getting on her nerves. I laugh at her and roll over. She slides back into the bed and proceeds to snuggle up to me. :wall:  Now, I know what you're thinking. But what I'm thinking at that time is that there is NO WAY I'm doing anything with her. She's drunk, she's one of my best friends, and she's a hot mess of a woman, and I'm just not willing to cross that line with her. But for me as a single guy, I think to myself... Any night that ends up with a hot naked woman in your bed is not a bad night at all, regardless of what happens. :lol:  I laugh to myself and doze back off. 

We are awakened several hours later by Kate's phone ringing loudly. The morning sun has vanquished the night and it's Red Dress Run day....

(sorry for any bad grammar... busy this morning and threw it together quickly. Will TRY to update later today, but if not, it may be Monday. Ahem. Busy this weekend. Love y'all. Mean it.)

 

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