Thursday was one of my worst
nights in Prague.
And also the night I swore to myself I would stop being Mr Aloof Nice Guy.
And also the night I swore to myself I would stop being Mr Aloof Nice Guy.
It wasn’t the first time I was going home alone, of course.
It wasn’t the first night I had missed on an opportunity, of course.
There had been countless before for both of those entries! :D
But this was an atrocious miss, and following an already painful night.
Let’s start from around 1AM.
ALIBI
I had met this blonde in a cocktail bar.
Speedo had stopped a brunette, and I had jumped on her blonde friend, whom I had already earmarked as my first target (the reason why? Simple: small, blonde and cute).
I was doing great in the conversation and managing to build a connection while keeping everything funny and light hearted.
Except for one small (funny) moment. She said she didn’t like being a natural blonde because of the cliché attached to it, ie, being stupid.
I had thought of making a joke out of it while giving her the chance to prove blondes were not stupid. “7 times 7” I asked? “times… ?” she didn’t understand the “times”. “When did the second world war start” “18… 48”. “not really, 1939”, my reply, as I understood I was digging my own grave with this stupid joke as I noticed she was taking it way too seriously and her mood and self esteem were taking a bad hit. Damn me, I certainly didn't want to play the smart ass or the know it all. “I’m not good with dates”, she said.“I know”, I replied, "I had a girlfriend who was way smarter than I am and couldn’t remember any single dates". Lie. And another couple followed trying to make her smile again. I more or less managed to move her out of the bad mood I had myself created, also because she had guessed well that 8+7 equals 16.
THE CLUB
We moved to a club after that, it
was 2 girls and 4 guys. Anwar left. It was 3 guys and 2 girls. I have an issue:
I can’t stand these situations where guys, sometimes supposedly together in a gruop, are supposed
to fight over girls.
I usually am the first one to let go in these situations and either act aloof or move to other girls. Big mistake, because I still find it painful when eventually the others get along with the girls or worst, which is something that happened that night. It was painful because it was me and Speedo who had gotten the girls, and we were also the only reasons why they were coming along. And now those two German idiots whom took 3 hours to realize the girls were ready to be kissed were reaping the fruits.
But the bad night wasn’t over yet.
I usually am the first one to let go in these situations and either act aloof or move to other girls. Big mistake, because I still find it painful when eventually the others get along with the girls or worst, which is something that happened that night. It was painful because it was me and Speedo who had gotten the girls, and we were also the only reasons why they were coming along. And now those two German idiots whom took 3 hours to realize the girls were ready to be kissed were reaping the fruits.
But the bad night wasn’t over yet.
THE WORST MISS(understanding)
EVER HAD
I asked a girl to come over to my place for a nightcap and she agreed.
Really easy, really simple, just like that, I had just danced a liiiiittle little bit with her and talked almost nothing.
I wasn’t happy anyway because Speedo had moved on her first and I thought she liked Speedo more than she liked me, so I had a feeling I was taking his girl.
I mean, fine of course if Speedo was just another guy, but Speedo is not just another guy, he's my buddy, so there was really a bad taste in my mouth as we were in the cab holding hands.
As she complained of how early she had to wake up, we finally arrived to my place.
I was so elate to hear the fare was nothing –and that, I thought, the driver was either crazy or the girl had already paid it without me seeing it- that I rushed out of the cab waiting for the girl to follow me or open the door on her side. But she stayed in. She was going to her place. That was not the agreement, but I was so flabbergasted that I failed to insist strongly and effectively enough or, even better, to jump back in the cab and follow her to her place.
I asked a girl to come over to my place for a nightcap and she agreed.
Really easy, really simple, just like that, I had just danced a liiiiittle little bit with her and talked almost nothing.
I wasn’t happy anyway because Speedo had moved on her first and I thought she liked Speedo more than she liked me, so I had a feeling I was taking his girl.
I mean, fine of course if Speedo was just another guy, but Speedo is not just another guy, he's my buddy, so there was really a bad taste in my mouth as we were in the cab holding hands.
As she complained of how early she had to wake up, we finally arrived to my place.
I was so elate to hear the fare was nothing –and that, I thought, the driver was either crazy or the girl had already paid it without me seeing it- that I rushed out of the cab waiting for the girl to follow me or open the door on her side. But she stayed in. She was going to her place. That was not the agreement, but I was so flabbergasted that I failed to insist strongly and effectively enough or, even better, to jump back in the cab and follow her to her place.
As I closed the door of the cab I
still couldn’t fucking believe it. It took me a while to finally grasp I was
empty handed and to realize that this was the biggest let down I had ever had.
As I called Speedo and walked back to the club, I was sure about it: never more I was going to have a situation where I could have regretted anything.
I was going to fight for the girl I liked, I was going to take every chance I got and I wasn’t going to keep my eye on the ball and not get distracted by anything anymore.
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