Too tired to do the after party, after the party, after the other party! 😯
Friday evening, as part of my ritual, I hit the streets around 6:30 PM to sarge [that is- to hunt for women to pick up].
There were zero frikkin’ game-worthy girls in my part of town, so I hit up my grandma’s area which usually has a larger concentration of hot-fuckable women.
Same shit: zero hot girls walking the streets…very unusual! 😯
Sarging on an empty stomach had me hungry as hell so I hit up a fast-food joint and got me a chicken-cheese burger with fries to fuel my body for what should be a good night of partying.
Eventually went to a lounge/bar to see how the prospects were.
The girls there were either all sitting at tables with a bunch of guys while the lone wolves were very unattractive and not to my liking. So I grabbed me a Corona Extra beer while chillin’ in the venue awaiting some hotter girls to appear…which didn’t happen.
About 10:30, my 1st bout of yawning ensued.
Perhaps I didn’t get enough sleep the previous night, or all the sarging and chasing ass had me spent. ❓
By the time 11:30 PM came around, my eyelids felt like they were attached to a pair of dumbbells forcing my eyes shut. I was that fucking sleepy!
A sexy 25 year old nurse chick whom I knew for a while now (but never tried to fuck), kept hitting me up on Facebook to come hang out with her at a lounge which was about a 50 minutes drive from my grandma’s area.
I was too tired to even contemplate that move so I blew her off.
This nurse chick sent me like 20 inbox messages about how bored she is sitting alone and wanted to hang out (although she went with a girlfriend).
As much as I wanted to hang out and possibly get laid, the bed was calling, so I headed home about 12 AM.
Just as I walked into my apartment, guess who rings my phone for the 1st time since we hung out last Friday?
Indian: “Good night Kenny. Hope I didn’t wake you”.
Me: “Nah! I just got in”.
Indian: “Ok. I’m heading home with my sisters. Do you wanna hang out”?
Me: “Would love to but I’m pretty tired to be honest”.
Indian: “Sorry to hear”.
Me: “Will you be here tomorrow or Sunday or you’re leaving to England by then”?
Indian: “I’ll be here. We’re leaving next week. We can hang out tomorrow [Saturday] then”.
Me: “Ok cool”.
Heaven knows how much I wanted to shove my cock into a new hole but logistics were terrible for me apart from the obvious (tired).
All in all, an unproductive night in the sense that I didn’t get to sleep with anyone, nor did I get to party, which was my primary goal last night.
I guess there’s no moral to this story.
If there’s 1 thing I wish to impart here is that with options and abundance, you’ll not only get women to chase you wanting to hang out, but you’ll decline to hang out, essentially doing to women what they do to men (declining date, etc).