pie_man_25
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yep, women suck. PERIOD.
I was at a local ska show, mind you I had long hair and a beard, and a metal T-shirt (apparently I looked like Jesus), and this chick walks up to me and comments on my shirt. So we get to talking and I manage to get her phone number, I was really excited, because this is my first phone number from a chick. Apparently there's some kind of three-day rule (you know, so you don't look desperate?) and so I go through the agony of waiting three days, and I finally call this chick, and it turns out to be some guy's home security business. we both apologize for each others inconvenience, and we hang up awkwardly:thwap: . This was in october, in December, Protest the Hero was playing in a large bar, and I managed to convince my parents to let me go. I get there and I see THE SAME CHICK, who completely ignores me, and her boyfriend (a hardcore slam-dancer, adding insult to injury) punched me in the face and broke my nose
unch: , luckily, I was able to stop the bleeding, and see protest, but I wasn't happy about it. Just last week, I've cut my hair ( I just needed some change), and I have to say I'm pretty good looking now, and I went to another local ska show. I saw THE SAME CHICK, and she didn't even recognize me! She was actually hitting on me! So I actually got some balls and told her some things I dare not repeat:reallymad: . Man, what luck, I've worked hard at women, and all I have to show for it so far is a broken heart, and a broken nose. I'm not having anything to do with women for the next while.
I was at a local ska show, mind you I had long hair and a beard, and a metal T-shirt (apparently I looked like Jesus), and this chick walks up to me and comments on my shirt. So we get to talking and I manage to get her phone number, I was really excited, because this is my first phone number from a chick. Apparently there's some kind of three-day rule (you know, so you don't look desperate?) and so I go through the agony of waiting three days, and I finally call this chick, and it turns out to be some guy's home security business. we both apologize for each others inconvenience, and we hang up awkwardly:thwap: . This was in october, in December, Protest the Hero was playing in a large bar, and I managed to convince my parents to let me go. I get there and I see THE SAME CHICK, who completely ignores me, and her boyfriend (a hardcore slam-dancer, adding insult to injury) punched me in the face and broke my nose
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