-When I banged a really hot chick over Memorial Day weekend, I thought it would portend good things to come this summer. The women would surely flow like wine. But what followed instead was a series of missteps, poor timing, and just plain bad luck that has left me – with few exceptions – high and dry. Regular dudes, like professional athletes, sometimes suffer inexplicable slumps. Whether its tinkering with our technique or trying to grow facial hair, nothing seems to work. Our only solace is the knowledge that one night, when we least expect it, we’ll hit a home run and get right back on track. But that doesn’t make striking out any less painful. This is the anatomy of a cold streak.
-One of my buddies is currently hooking up with four chicks simultaneously – none of whom know of the others’ existence. This doesn’t appeal to me at all. I just don’t have the patience or the follow-through to keep the game going. Before I tackle dating four girls, I should probably try hooking up with the same girl four times and see how that goes.
-The theory that it’s easy to get laid at weddings only holds true if there are actually any available girls there. As I get older, each wedding I attend seems to have a smaller population of eligible bachelorettes. And you know the pickings are slim when even the singles table has fucking couples at it!
-If the situation is dire, sometimes I’ll drop a line to a one-night stand from a year or two ago. If they don’t respond after one week or two pings, I know they’re engaged. The worst is when they finally message me back and write something like, “Yeah, I was just tired of going to the same shitty bars and getting drunk every night like an idiot. So what are you up to?” And I sheepishly put my BlackBerry down and order another pitcher.
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