For reasons I am still trying to understand, I decided to make a third trip into the wilderness that is a Stir event by Match.com. If you are new to my exploits in this arena...well, if I knew how to link shit, I would do so now, but I don't. Either way, they are there under previous posts. But to summarize:
1st time: Met up with my friends girlfriend, who wasn't exactly acting like she had a boy friend.
2nd time: Came with friend whose now ex-girlfriend was there last time. Met someone but after 3 months, that relationship came to an end. Why you ask? She didn't read so good, or at all really. She shared intimate details of our sex life with her ENTIRE family (mom, dad, three sisters). And finally, when we had a disagreement once (not a fight, no voices were raised, no names were called, no accusations were made) she responded by curling up into a ball and sobbing uncontrollably for an hour.
And well, the other night was the 3rd trip to Stir.
I decided to fly solo this time, since my buddy has found himself a girlfriend and I couldn't beg anyone to come with me...you know, I had options n' shit.
Now a veteran of these events, I left with many observations and what-not:
- I saw drunk girl dancing alone, again. She has made appearances at the other events, always shit-house drunk by the time things began and hitting on every guy there. The weird thing? She's very attractive. I couldn't tell you if she was smart or not because she slurred like a stroke victim. Either way, glad she was there.
- 40 year-old dude wearing a baseball cap was there. Listen Billy Jack, every knows you are bald, it's cool. You are fooling no one with the hat. Either shave your head or take the goddamn hat off.
- The husky Indian chick (convenience stores, not casinos) who I made every attempt to escape the last time I there and actually asked "Why did we never hang out?" The reason why not doesn't matter, you being a glutton for punishment is what fascinates me. Do you remember being dismissive of what I did for a living? Or telling me dumb people watch TV, after I told you I loved TV? You fall into one of two categories: liar or stupid, which is it?
- Many people cannot take a hint. Lucky for me, I learned early on when women weren't interested in me (Ok, it was 7th and 8th grade dances and the fact that any girl, let alone a mildly attractive one caused me to sport a boner hard enough to cut glass. So looking back...yeah, that was probably a factor.) But I watched men and women continue to bombard the opposite sex with questions when that person was making it painfully obvious they were not interested. I commend persistence, this isn't to say I understand it, but it is respectable. Either way, raise the self-awareness a touch and move on.
Anyway, my night ended with no real prospects on the horizon but I did get a blog post out of it.
More importantly, I'm curious to hear about the experiences that others have had at these events. Leave a comment and go wild, spare no embarrassing details. Note: it will show that I have to approve all comments now because some ass-clown posts spam ads for boner pills on everything I put up.
To this person, who speaks English as well as a Vietnamese hooker: I hope your grandmother is attacked by an AIDS infested wolverine, you pathetic shit.
1 comment:
I decided to try on of these events by myself in Syracuse this week. I probably didn't even give it a shot and left within 10 minutes of getting inside. It was strange that women came in packs and made circles talking to each other, I mean why even show up. The guys were sitting and hoping for someone to approach them. Match needs to give some tips or ways for people to break the ice or else this is just a waste of time. I asked a guy about the event and he looks like a regular, but it's sad that all he does is sit at a corner and keep drinking. The drinks arent cheap either, so what's the point of getting shit faced!!!
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