I like to write about the women I bang.
But it’s not all fun and games.
I get rejected quite often.
Failure isn’t enjoyable, but it’s a learning experience.
So, I’ll share my rejection stories for your entertainment.
Rejection # 1: Coffee Shop Latina
I was waiting in line to order at the local coffee shop. I noticed a very cute Latina girl in line a few people ahead of me. She was short, with long black hair and dark eyes. She had a killer body. After we ordered, she set her things down at a table and went into the bathroom. I sat at the table right next to her stuff. I intended to strike up a conversation when she returned.
When she got back, she didn’t even look at me. Instead, she grabbed her belongings and sat down on a couch several yards away. She was almost directly facing me. She began playing with her iPhone. I pondered this for a moment. She had moved away from me, yes, but then planted herself directly in my line of sight.
The coffee shop was small and crowded with people. They were mainly SWPL types and hipsters. I ignored them and went for it. I felt my heart start to beat faster, but my anxiety was actually mild. I walked over and sat down next to her on the couch, holding my coffee. I acted as if I knew her.
“Hey, how are you?” I said.
We chatted for a few minutes. She was a personal trainer. The conversation went OK. But I could tell she wasn’t very interested. I still intended to get her number, just for practice. Suddenly, she looked up at a guy about her age who had appeared out of nowhere. He was standing right over us, a stocky Mexican kid. He was more muscular than I was, but shorter. He wasn’t much of a threat. Homeboy just stood there, not saying anything.
“Well, I was meeting him here so…” she said to me.
I took the hint but stayed polite.
“Nice to meet you.” I said as I stood up.
“Have a good day, man” I said to him.
I sat back down at my table. Unfortunately, I was now facing both of them directly. They sat there for a while, talking and laughing at inside jokes. I was mildly embarrassed by the rejection, but not enough to leave. I just opened my laptop and got to work. Eventually, they left before I did.
Rejection # 2: Grocery Store 18-Year-Old
I had just arrived at the grocery store. I was pondering which sort of turkey meat to buy, smoked mesquite or regular. A young, attractive female walked by me, pushing her shopping cart. She was a tall and willowy white girl with brown eyes, great tits and ass, and thick, brown hair piled on top of her head in a bun. She gave me the side-eye and half smile as she walked by.
I felt my heart start to race when we locked eyes. She made my cock swell slightly, just from the eye contact. My animal instincts kicked in and I knew I must approach her. An IOI like that is too good to pass up on.
I followed her and stalked her a bit in the produce section. I ignored her at first and picked out some apples for myself. She stopped down the aisle from me to smell some mangos. I pushed my cart up to hers until they were almost touching. I was deliberately blocking her way.
“Hey, how are you?” I said.
“Good! How are you? Am I in your way?” she said.
“No, you’re fine! Why aren’t you in school?” I said.
“Oh, I just decided not to go today, I skipped!” she said, laughing.
“Where do you go to school?” I asked.
“[Redacted] High School.” she said.
“How old are you?” I asked.
“Eighteen.” she said.
I decided my chances were slim; she was younger than I thought.
I went direct.
“Are you single?” I said.
“Ummm, uhhh, kind of…well it’s just…you know…kind of…but…it’s complicated. You know…” she said.
She couldn’t give me a straight answer – her neck and chest flushed red.
“Well, how old are you?” she said, surprising me.
“Thirty four” I said.
Her face fell immediately. Fuck. That was it. I knew it was probably over.
“How old did you think I was? Do you date older guys?” I said.
I was just flailing around at this point.
I probably should have just bailed but I went for it.
“I though you were around twenty four. And I do, but that’s a big difference…” she said.
“OK. Well, give me your number. Let’s hang out.” I said.
“Dude, you’re thirty four” she said. “I can’t.”
“No worries, have great day.” I said, smiling at her.
We kept running into each other the next twenty minutes as we finished our shopping. I wasn’t mad. I just gave her a big grin each time we passed. She wasn’t embarrassed, either. She returned the smiles until I checked out and left.
This experience made me reconsider my tactics.
This girl was obviously attracted to me.
But the approach was dead in the water once I revealed my true age.
I don’t lie to girls to get laid.
But I can’t help but think that lying to this one would have resulted in an easy lay.
Oh well, next.
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