Man I was fucking pissed!
Women have their nefarious ways of working over guy’s nerves…intentionally.
If there’s 1 thing I hate is when chicks willfully waste my time.
Unfortunately, wasting guy’s time is a base ingredient in the dating pie: women will waste your time, no matter how good you are in this field!
Last night, this chick was supposed to come see me from during the evening, but she got tied up at a beach party which took place miles and miles away from the city.
Allegedly, she got stranded at the beach which delayed her stopping by at my pad by a few hours.
We continued to dialogue throughout the night, trying to hammer out a way to get her to my fuck-location…my apartment.
While this was all going down, I got so antsy that I became hungry so I stopped by a nearby lounge in my area to grab some barbecue-grilled chicken in the meantime.
I then came up with a brilliant idea: “why not grab some chicken for her while I’m at it”?
I spent $40 bucks on 10 pieces of chicken [$20 for 5 pieces: 5 pieces for me, and 5 for her], made my way back home while texting this chick trying to get her ass back into the city.
Generally, I don’t mine doing this since I neither go out of my way to exclusively grab something only for the girl. Also, this is a girl whom I had fucked on a prior occasion or 2, so grabbing something for her to snack on back at the PUA-pad would not have been a bad move as far as devaluing my perceived social value.
Anyway, so here is a screenshot of the confusion in progress.
[My texts in green. Hers in white]
That says it all.
If it meant getting her to my place in order to hook up, I was up for paying her taxi fare with the taxi dropping her right at my doorstep.
However, it just wasn’t my night…or the bitch was just a cunning sham-artist.
I tried reaching a few taxi services but none were available.
She didn’t have a number to any taxi so that was that as far as the taxi plan went.
I thought about borrowing an associate of mines SUV (upon her suggestion) but I scratched that idea.
In any case, she eventually got a ride after 11 PM in a caravan of cars which were rolling from the beach by he dozens.
There I was expecting her to get dropped off by me but she’d told me that the caravan stopped off at a bar so she had to vacate the car also.
This chick was supposed to be at my pad around 6:30 PM and it was now 11:30 PM and she’s a no show!
I was pissed as fuck, particularly because I wasted $20 on chicken which was impossible for me to stuff.
Crazy enough; I managed to stuff my belly with the 10 pieces of chicken upon the realization that she wasn’t going to show up. 😦
At about 12 o’clock AM, she stopped responding to my texts while I was trying to find out her location (if she was close or far). So that’s when I read the writing on the wall that this witch had just flaked out on me.
I deleted her phone # right after that and continued to watch some Saturday night HBO boxing…alone.
A contributing factor to why I ultimately deleted her # last night is because she had flaked on me twice over the past week alone.
She was to come by me around Wednesday evening but flaked.
I usually have a 3-flake policy where I allow the girl 3 chances/strikes before I next her.
Most advanced PUA’s are so hawkish about flaking, that they delete girls upon their 1st infraction/1st flake. I consider this reckless and lacking of foresight since a good portion of girls will likely flake at least once or twice.
With this girl though, it is no biggie because I already f-closed her on 2 prior occasions. So she doesn’t get the satisfaction of shaming me as if I hadn’t slept with her at all.
I’ll give it some time and this chick will come running back trying to hook up as she did the last time when I had cut her off because of her flakiness in the past. So she has a history of excessive flaking.
This is also uncharacteristic because a girl never really flakes after she had already slept with a guy on prior occasions.
Flaking usually occurs [99.9% of the time] in cases of Day2’s (meeting the girl for the 1st time since picking her up) where the girl will have had jitters working her over.
On a final note, guys are liable to say, “But Kenny, I thought with options in women you don’t get pissed when a girl flakes”!?
Getting pissed because someone had wasted your time is only a natural reaction that any sane human being would experience.
The only difference when it comes to post-flake situations between myself- a guy with options- and a guy without options, is that I don’t remain pissed, neither do I chase the girl who had just flaked on me…because I have other options.
The guy without options is forced to chase, cry, whine, brood and beg.
He’s also liable to carry this experience with him for days, weeks and even months, beating himself up that a possible bang opportunity had slipped out of his hands.
When a chick flakes on me, I am pissed only for that night.
Depended on the time (if it’s early in the night), I would contact another girl in relation to meeting up with me that same night.
If it’s late (after 10-11 PM), I may just chance it and head out to the bar and try to pull a SNL (One-Night Stand). But by no means am I crushed and devastated whenever a girl flakes on me, to the degree that I am rendered immobile in a pool of tears.
It just so happened that since it was so late (after 12 AM) with this chick, it was next-to-impossible to hit up another girl to meet up.
Today however, I don’t even remember last night and that I got flaked on (apart from writing this post recounting the night).
The chick is deleted!
I harbor no malice against her for bullshitting me last night!
I know she will run coming back trying to hook up because they always do! 🙂
I trust in time!
“Time” is always th great equalizer.
The thing is, whenever a girl meets a guy like me- a PUA- not only is a PUA unique and unheard of by the vast majority of women on the exception of nutty feminists, but his style, approach and motto is unique to the girl.
Girls aren’t accustomed to being approached, gamed up and seduced by PUA’s.
Whenever they do find that 1 adroit Pick-Up Artist such as Kenny ( 😉 ), they (women) are usually swept off their feet by the mere “difference” in the approach and the stimulation she gets from it.
Hence, when a girl stands me up and I delete her # and cut her off in effect, she usually goes back to the humdrum, run-of-the-mill boring guy(s) who she’s grown accustomed to…like her bore-friend: -…I mean boyfriend.
Due to low stimulation from such a lackluster individual, the flaker usually finds herself running back into my arms/bed in the matter or days, weeks or months by texting me out of the blue, wanting to hang out. But this time; with no possibility of flaking.
At the end of the day, flaking does suck donkey balls. But as you become better with women and begin to witness abundance, though flaking will still sting, it won’t at all have a lasting effect.