Standing in the rain at night, after two years of dating, I think she is about to tell me that she loves me. Nope. She tells me that she is in love with my brother and has been dating me to get closer to him. I told my brother and he said “Hell no! Fuck that crazy bitch!”
Told me I turned her into a lesbian
Not me but I was setting up a female friend of mine with a guy I knew and I got her to agree then I told him and he said “Did you send her a picture of me?” I hadn’t because he’s a normal looking guy and she’d already agreed. Then I sent her a picture and she responds “Left swipe”
I was at a party in high school and I made a move on my crush at the time. She turned me down quickly, and that was that…until the next school day. She apparently went around telling everyone that we hooked up, but I had a tiny penis and I had trouble getting it up.
She not only refused my request but assured no one at the high school would ever think about getting with me.
I got rejected when I wasn’t even trying to hit on the guy. A few years ago in December, I was at a bar with a friend when a guy dressed as Santa Claus was walking around. He walked up to my friend and said something like “Santa’s giving out gifts, and all the pretty girls get one for free!” and handed her a trinket.
Then he looked at me up-and-down and added, “Yeah, you’d have to pay.”
I was going through a real tough spot emotionally after my wife left me, and after a few weeks of pouting alone in my apartment I got talked into going out to a dance club with some friends. One of my friends found this group of girls who were all pretty and we all danced together until we closed the place down. There was one girl that I liked in particular and she seemed to like me too… We danced a lot. Even when the DJ played a slow dance song. After we all closed the place down I asked if we could see each other again and she said, “Sure! I bowl every Wednesday night at the bowling alley”. We had talked earlier and had a love of bowling in common, so this was great. I told her I’d meet her there a 7pm and we went our separate ways.
Wednesday night I get to the bowling alley, and she’s on lane 17 with like 4 other girls and two guys. I walk over with my bowling ball bag and stand near her until she makes eye contact, and when she does it conveys a look of who the fuck are you?
ME: Hi Emily
ME: It’s Michael. We met at the dance club last Saturday…Her: Oh, how are you?ME: Good, ready to bowl!Her: Actually, we don’t want any other people on our lane because we won’t be able to get two full games in if we do. Why don’t you get the lane next to us?ME (already starting to dread this): OK.
So I go up and pay the hourly rental fee for lane 18, get a pitcher of beer and head back. As I’m entering my name a bowling alley employee came up and said, “Sir, we cannot have just one person on a lane, there’s a two person minimum, and a larger group just came in. I need you to bowl on another lane, or ask the group waiting if you can join them”.
ME (looking at Emily): Emily, would you like to bowl on this lane with me? Apparently the other guy at the counter made a mistake. It’s a two person minimum per lane.Emily: Ummm, no, I came here to bowl with my friends, I don’t think it’d be right to leave them… Sorry.Me: Ok, maybe another time.
I got my things together, and told the employee that the new group could apply my paid lane fee to their bill, and offered them my unpoured pitcher of Mack and Jack’s African Amber beer (it’s delicious).
I was completely emotionally broken AGAIN for a while, and it led to spending a lot of time looking out of my apartment bedroom window overlooking a Kmart parking lot.