I went to the bar to meet with a friend that wanted a wingman, as soon as i sat at his table, the chick he was hitting on looked at him and said "I liked you more before he came in here". She was pushing 40 and proud of it as she was playing music on the jukebox that reminded her of her pre-teen "glory years". She asked if we knew who the artist was, and I said "I don't know, but the song sounds good" she replied "how can you like it if you don't know who it is". I left the bar, hopped on my bike and was infinitely more satisfied to hit the road.
I've been told that I'm not enough of an asshole, so I called a girl a cunt and she started throwing pool balls at me. I assume that she found my attempts of being an asshole attractive, but that she also likes it rough and making faces of intense frustration.
I brought a puppy into the bar and a lady asked why I have a puppy in the bar. I said "I'm treating others as I would like to be treated, I wouldn't want to be left at home, or left in the car, so I brought her here. Besides that, my dog gets her exercise by chasing pussy".
But really, I'm socially awkward, especially in loud and crowded places, I get quiet around gals that I like, or I make a fool of myself in one way or another, turns out there's limitless possibilities for fool making. Then there's a random and busy schedule, lack of self confidence in that department, learned helplessness, being broke, I've got a guitar, but can't perform under the kind of pressure where people want me to play, I attract arguements, I'm weird in the not bad way, but not the good way, just plain weird, weird.
And then there's the times when I get the opportunity but instead it's a night filled with unexpected surprises and whining "will you rub my feet? this bed's uncomfortable, my back hurts, I'm thirsty, will you make tea? where are you going? will you make tea" I come back after smoking a cigarette "ew, you smell like a truck stop, go take a shower, do you have any lotion?" and then eventually, after hours of tolerating this "I'm bloated and on my period, will you rub my back?" and then she falls asleep and I'm thinking to myself "oh my god she's right, this bed is kinda uncomfortable, ugh, I'm too hot to sleep, but my left leg is freezing, why is it 30 degrees outside the sheets, but 100 under them? oh man, this would be more comfortable on my own. wait, why am I thinking like she talks? this is bullshit, i want out", and then I think about how much worse it would be if a crying baby was tossed into the mix.
and then I'll catch myself checking out a chick, and she turns around and has crazy makeup and smells nice, which remind me of a joke that haunts me "why do chicks wear makeup and perfume?... because they stink and they're ugly!"
and then there's the heartbreaking times when I'm really into a gal and they friendzone me, and hook up with one of my friends.
but when I don't worry about it, I'm free. Nobody can lure me to places and sucker money out of me in hopes of getting laid. I don't have to impress anybody or worry about offending anybody. I can be smelly and dirty. I can sleep in my car on top of a mountain and watch the stars. I can ride my motorcycle without a passenger. I don't have to buy drinks for other people.
God, now that I'm typing out that last paragraph, I can kinda see why I wasn't getting laid from the perspective of those I wanted to get laid by.
I'll tell you what though, it sucks to not be able to have what you want. Don't get me wrong, I don't intend to just get laid willy nilly at every opportunity, it's kinda become a game where I just see if I can, fuck! I didn't think I was so deceptive before, but I guess I was just fooling myself. I feel so low. and to top that off, I've blown my own cover, which makes sense why there's a target for catching crap on me, it seems that overanalyzing paints an even bigger target on myself, so that it presents opportunities for more people to be critical of my actions and words.
^ That ^ right there is the biggest reason why I don't have sex.