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This is a F*** Up Report and a reminder to myself why its best to ride solo if you haven't got a good wingman.
Hit a bar late last night with some "friends". We grab some drinks and shoot the shit.
A girl arrives that one of them knows but insists he's only friends with her and has no interest. Right off the bat me and her and getting along famously. She's cornering me, talking to me and there's lots of heavy eye contact, touching, flirting, etc....
The night is moving on... my "friend" is constantly trying to break up our conversation so I suggest moving to another bar... right next door... I know there is some dancing and some cozy corners.
Same thing persists in the next bar but my friends just don't know when to get lost.
Finally I manage to work the situation so I am alone with the girl... we get drinks at the bar and she suggests we move to the downstairs bar... I take her hand and lead the way.
Pretty quickly she knows we're alone and we start to get close. I deep dive a little and she's into it. We start to flirt more and as we talk we are basically arm in arm, talking in each others ear...
I take her hand and we sit at a lounge and begin making out...
Things are getting heavy when we spot my friend pacing up and down infront of us as if the world is ending...
She seems to be uncomfortable, she knows he's not just into her "as friends" and I feel the same... she begins to just talk to me but pull away.
He see's we're no longer so close and come in...
"Blah blah blah...." Basically anything he can think of to talk me down and blow me out.
I can sense her becoming more and more uncomfortable.
The night is near an end as the bar is finishing up. She's eyeing me up and down but my friend is firmly placed between us.
I try a few times to work the group to get her back to me, but though she wants it, she's clearly now uncomfortable about the whole situation....
We get outside and go to her car... she's angling for him and the others to fuck off but he insists in sitting in the passenger seat with her. I could go on and on as to the details but at this point who cares.... If I had a spidey sense it would have been buzzing alerting me of a pair of wet panties and a girl who wanted to be fucked senseless.... yet I'm letting myself be ousted for the sake of sparing my "friends" feelings...
If only this was the first time, but really, this is a constant of being around this said friend... if you've read other posts about my friends, you're only too well aware.
I just give up. I give these guys every chance in the world but I don't know why.
They call me up at the weekend to go out, drink and met girls, as they know I'm the guy who can bring girls into set.
Yet, there is one constant... in their presence, I. DO. NOT. GET. LAID.
I can go out on my own, and I can take home a girl almost most nights.... yet I like the camaraderie... I like shooting the shit with the guys... I like entering a bar with a few people and not alone...
Yet, I have to keep reminding myself... When I roll alone I'm anonymous. Nobody knows me. I am who I want to be. Not who my friends want to interject and tell the girl I am (all negative). I am smooth, confident, sexy and I don't answer to anyone when rolling alone... yet some small insecurities make me want to spend my night with other people despite knowing what the outcome will be...
I'm writing this so I will re-read it next Friday night when I see that text asking me what we are doing for the night...
I'm writing this to remind myself to put my phone down, don't reply, put on my best clothes and roll solo... until of course I take that girl home... unaided from the bar.
Hit a bar late last night with some "friends". We grab some drinks and shoot the shit.
A girl arrives that one of them knows but insists he's only friends with her and has no interest. Right off the bat me and her and getting along famously. She's cornering me, talking to me and there's lots of heavy eye contact, touching, flirting, etc....
The night is moving on... my "friend" is constantly trying to break up our conversation so I suggest moving to another bar... right next door... I know there is some dancing and some cozy corners.
Same thing persists in the next bar but my friends just don't know when to get lost.
Finally I manage to work the situation so I am alone with the girl... we get drinks at the bar and she suggests we move to the downstairs bar... I take her hand and lead the way.
Pretty quickly she knows we're alone and we start to get close. I deep dive a little and she's into it. We start to flirt more and as we talk we are basically arm in arm, talking in each others ear...
I take her hand and we sit at a lounge and begin making out...
Things are getting heavy when we spot my friend pacing up and down infront of us as if the world is ending...
She seems to be uncomfortable, she knows he's not just into her "as friends" and I feel the same... she begins to just talk to me but pull away.
He see's we're no longer so close and come in...
"Blah blah blah...." Basically anything he can think of to talk me down and blow me out.
I can sense her becoming more and more uncomfortable.
The night is near an end as the bar is finishing up. She's eyeing me up and down but my friend is firmly placed between us.
I try a few times to work the group to get her back to me, but though she wants it, she's clearly now uncomfortable about the whole situation....
We get outside and go to her car... she's angling for him and the others to fuck off but he insists in sitting in the passenger seat with her. I could go on and on as to the details but at this point who cares.... If I had a spidey sense it would have been buzzing alerting me of a pair of wet panties and a girl who wanted to be fucked senseless.... yet I'm letting myself be ousted for the sake of sparing my "friends" feelings...
If only this was the first time, but really, this is a constant of being around this said friend... if you've read other posts about my friends, you're only too well aware.
I just give up. I give these guys every chance in the world but I don't know why.
They call me up at the weekend to go out, drink and met girls, as they know I'm the guy who can bring girls into set.
Yet, there is one constant... in their presence, I. DO. NOT. GET. LAID.
I can go out on my own, and I can take home a girl almost most nights.... yet I like the camaraderie... I like shooting the shit with the guys... I like entering a bar with a few people and not alone...
Yet, I have to keep reminding myself... When I roll alone I'm anonymous. Nobody knows me. I am who I want to be. Not who my friends want to interject and tell the girl I am (all negative). I am smooth, confident, sexy and I don't answer to anyone when rolling alone... yet some small insecurities make me want to spend my night with other people despite knowing what the outcome will be...
I'm writing this so I will re-read it next Friday night when I see that text asking me what we are doing for the night...
I'm writing this to remind myself to put my phone down, don't reply, put on my best clothes and roll solo... until of course I take that girl home... unaided from the bar.
