Crash And Burn
So Gina and I exchange a couple of emails Monday morning and I tell her about this little pre-Valentine's Day event at a new bar-restaurant a couple of blocks from my crib. Didn't ask her to go WITH me or anything ... just that I was planning to be there (true), and if she wasn't doing anything, it might be a decent scene. Easy way to kinda sorta ask a woman out without risking rejection I suppose. She told me she had a bunch of stuff to do and was also on deadline, so there was no way she could make it.
Later that night I'm chillin' by the bar and who walks in? Ya, it's her. But she's not making a move to come over toward me, in fact, she hasn't acknowledged that she even knows I'm here. No problem. I watch her work the room a little bit before approaching her as she's talking to a couple of girlfriends.
So you think I got a hug, or a cheerful how you doin'? Or even a smile? Naw... very businesslike. Very... nothing. So after a spirited charm offensive, I excuse myself and move on. She promised to check me before she left, but I had seen enough of her act, and left later without saying goodbye.
This morning I get an apology email saying that she's sorry she didn't see me before I left, but she had a bunch of friends she hadn't seen in ages, blah, blah, blah. In other words, I've been royally blown off.
So the question is... where did I f$#k this one up?
posted by Marcus Riley @ 7:33 PM
5 Comments:
You didn't ... it's her loss! You know I would have hopped on that invitation ... women are odd creatures sometimes! But to show up at a place she knows you will be, after telling you she's too busy ... hmmmm - not sure what to tell you!
No telling what the vibe is that she is giving off. Women love to be pursued, perhaps that is what she is looking for. She probably sensed that you were pushing up on her, and wants to see how much you will do to woo her attention. But hey, there is always the Russian. I bet if you messed with the Russian Gina B would probably be all over you. It seems like the Russian may enjoy you push(k)in' up on her.
Well, get yourself to Chicago, Cbav, it's an open invitation. We've had many discussions in the past about the funky idiocyncracies of the opposite sex, and it always came down to one essential truth -- they're the fucked up ones.
Dkel.. game recognize game, and that chick was looking mighty unfamiliar. As for the Russian... perhaps I should ask G to meet for a drink at the bar the Russian works at? You see, old Gatsby would have done some dumb shit like that. Older, wiser Gatsby knows to leave well enough alone. The weekend is so close I can smell it... and you know what they say about buses...
Took your advice and went out with The Russian last night dkel.. lots of drinks, lots of conversation till early this morning, yada yada yada.. anyway, i'm real tired today.
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