Sentimentality has always been a pleasant companion of mine... something of which, though I'm sure the good Lord didn't intend it to be so, has helped me with female companionship. Some have mistakenly branded me as a player.... I prefer the much more accurate and politically correct term "habitual fraternizer" or "relational multi-tasker". I had this great life philosophy I've lived by that I've dubbed... "easing the conscience". It's not what it sounds... just kidding, it's exactly what it sounds like.
Young girl... naive, vulnerable, or too cocksure... meets me for the first time. I'm careful to not make my first impression very strong... don't want to be immediately focuses upon... just noticed. I start from a friendship. "Hi, I'm very caring and considerate... I'd love nothing more then to just sit and listen to you talk about yourself....". Intrigued yet wary... the girl starts to talk. In the course of our stimulating conversation... I drop hints about being bad boyfriend material, liking to take girls on dates, hoping to make them feel special... but most of all, to give them the space and freedom they deserve. If affection is shared... by all means, I accept.
A few months later, the girl finds herself inexplicably drawn to me. I feel bad... I tried to warn the poor girl... I tried to tell her that I wasn't a safe option. I may have accidentally kissed her though or held her hand. I know... mixed signals right? But... according to "ease my conscience" I had warned her... therefore I could rest easy.
Flash forward to a month after my mission. I hit the ground running, diving back into the life I had loved. The memories of smoothness (smooth criminal anyone) came rushing back. Charm... I felt like it was ready to ooze right out of me. I couldn't wait!
I went on a date. It was tons of fun. Very cute girl. Adorable really. We had been on a date or two before. Probably open to closing the night... nicely?
I'm awkward. I can't hardly look her in the eyes. I... uh....
I uh a lot now. There's too much space between us. I can hug... but just barely. My mind freezes
what the....? I.... I don't even know what to say. I've lost my game... my passion... my life. I have a beautiful friend that I talk to on the phone with... I practice being sweet and charming (secretly hoping it works on her as well haha). I say all the right things... but when I see her.... I don't think I have the seduction I used too...
I'm awkward.... Maybe it's for the better.... Or maybe...
That was the day a good man died.
7 comments:
uhhh you never did have the Game! You just always thought you did! The time comes in a boys life when he finds out he's getting old and needs to start dating to marry. Good Luck geek- I miss you.
Through all that pontificating and prose, I think it's clear you are not RAD.
Time to get on the horse again...
Corb, the game you thought you had would better be categorized as sympathetic intimate attention to appease a "clueless" soul by members of the opposite sex,(and I am sure in some cases the same sex!) Dirty man! Best of luck and all our love!
Scott
Yeah, I agree with Nena....I think you just THOUGHT you had game. We knew you didn't all along. JK I'm sure it will all come back...now go find yourself a hot wife before you loose any more hair.
R.I.P---
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