So I'm in a **** show now; mostly of mine own doing. Where to begin? I'll start with the most recent issue. The game 6 ALCS I went with 4 girls who were there to take selfies and other crap. Irritated the fool out of me. Then, after the game we went to meet other girls at Poison Girl. I lost it there and exploded on them about how apathetic they were. Some found it hilarious, but a couple found it horrible and that I was just a mean person. And these were people I'd known 15+ years. Then, we were supposed to do a Halloween party. Another broad specifically lets me sure to be there. This is at Kirby Ice House Wednesday. Game 4, IIRC. No biggie. Get the event invite. Saturday I go to look for it, and it is gone. Talk to a girl who's always been a best friend. No answer. She answers the next day saying I need to talk to the girl who threw the party but was told I was "uninvited." I find out later that this girl, who has been one of my best friends for years, know that I was uninvited. **** show commences. From what I got, 3 broads had issues. One still owes me money from a car tow she never paid me back for. The second was a brief hook-up where I made a bad joke. It was offensive, but I'm me. The third is where I got mad. This girl said I invited her over for a group dinner and when she go here it was just she & I and I decided to come on to her... As I told my friends, this is laughably false; primarily because I find her completely unattractive. Sadly, my saying she was so repulsive was also inexcusable. So now I'm banned from a Thanksgiving party I created 15 years ago.
Your life sounds exhausting, Jim. Moar women = Moar drama. You aren't seeing the simple, underlying root cause: these women are all obviously in love with you, discovered that they share that commonality and are united now in their illogical hate because none of them can have you. Always remember these immortal words spoken by a true sage: *sniff* "She wants me."
It's time for you to settle, get married, and move to the suburbs. The single inner looper life has broke you down.
Jeesh Jim, I'm already tired after reading that and I'm only 39. Not enough caffeine in the world to keep me running at your speed.
Time to write that autobiography. I've got a title for you. I'll let one of the PS experts here take care of the cover art. Jimbo - Sidelining as a country music superstar and my life as a middle aged 12 year old.
Agree -- this thread is useless without pics, especially of the repulsive one. Fatty has delivered on this before, so lets get all the evidence in place before making judgment.
