Why It Sucks To Date Me

Okay, so yesterday I messaged this one chick who I went on a date with about two months ago and told her about The Aggressives, which is a movie I saw that I thought would interest her.  I can see that she hasn’t checked the message, because it’s still bolded in the sent folder but she was online when I sent it and I think she may either be ignoring it or deleted it without reading it.

I feel kinda bad because I think she might be upset with me because of how our date went.  We had drinks at a pub and hit it off pretty well with this great intellectually stimulating conversation and then we went to Celebrities Nightclub – which is where it starts to go bad.  I asked her if it would be alright if I went off and did my own thing for a bit and came back, which she was totally cool with and so off I went.  I proceeded to have a few drinks, flirt with multiple people, and never came back to her.  When she found me to say bye to me at the end of the night I had only minutes earlier been topless, straddling one chick and obviously flirting with another on the raised portion of the club where everyone can see you from the dance floor and bar areas.  Oops.  But wait, it gets worse.

The chick I was straddling was involved in a business conflict at the time with my date’s best friend.

Yeah.

Man, I can be such a dick sometimes.  Might be because I’m totally selfish and self-absorbed.  Oh well, at least I can admit it so that people can deal with it instead of trying to hide it and having it catch people by surprise… well, except in the story I just related, which I actually feel bad about because that was a pretty shitty way to treat a date.