Its not just sex either. The whole game is messed up from top to bottom. I had this group at work bothering me about joining one of their dreadfully boring parties. So then this blonde haired cute girl comes up and she's like "pleeaase" and I'm a nice enough guy when people appeal to that side of me so when a bunch of em keeps asking me I can't say no forever. And this was in the context of her being a part of that group.

So I show up at the party high as fuck so I don't have to suffer through their bullshit sober. And as I walk in it's like "vag, vag, vag, vag, gay dude, vag, vag, vag, vag". They invited me to a girl's party and my initial internal reaction is "no homo", because obviously they must think I suck cock or something. Maybe the gay dude is my blind date?

Then cute blonde girl walks up to me and tells me out of the blue she wants to show me something. This is literally within five minutes of me entering the apartment and I'm still trying to figure out what's happening. So I'm like "yeah?" and follow her into the living room where she asks me to sit down on the couch. And then she just fucking sits there, in silence. Looking at me with anticipation and stuff. So I'm awkwardly looking around and I can hear the vags tihi:ing from the kitchen. And so finally I tell her this isn't what I had mind and that she was cute and everything but just not my type. And she actually starts arguing with me, like I have to explain why the situation was fucking weird and why her being cute didn't automatically mean that I would be attracted to her. I mean I couldn't even tell you what her name was because that's the amount of fuck I gave. I like my girls sassy and challenging and this girl dismissed herself long before this little incident. Literally the polar opposite. Moving on...

So she finally gets or it, or accepts it rather, and I'm weighing my options. I can bail out and leave her like that or I can try to smooth things over. Buy her a few drinks, have a few laughs and separate as friends. We'll see each other at work the next day and we'll be like "hey, I had a good time last night" "yeah, me too". Seems like the decent thing to do.

So I walk in front of her into the kitchen and as I'm about to sit down all the vag's faces goes from smiles to car crash witnesses. And I look over my shoulder and there's this fucking dumb broad, looking like someone just strangled her kitten and stole her lollipop. I mean she had the drooping girl shoulders and everything. And the room just dies.

And that's how I spend the next hour before we get to the bar and I can make my escape. Fucking unbelievable. And all because this girl didn't think any type of connection between us was necessary and I would just want her because she wanted me. Like I was some mindless dog or something.

Now if I had taken a girl to a couch at an all boys party and eerily stared at her in silence while my friends were merrily chuckling in the kitchen.........