FR - A Drunk Shark gets blown out of the water

So last weekend was a blur...literally. I got fucked up on Saturday. Not sure how because I didn't seem to drink extraordinary, however, the way the night ended there was no doubt...yours truly was fucked.

Friday I was up with HBMilf till about 4:30 am and didn't get much sleep. I was going to chill on Saturday, however, Natural texted me and I couldn't resist.

So I headed downtown to my wing's crib (which is a great location due to its walking distance from the major clubs). We decided to hit a cool lounge for a few whorrly pops then head over to the usually hot spot.

I'm spottin' my usually dress shirt with slack tie and sick jeans look. The tie is hot and I guess you could say I was mildly peacocking.

At the lounge my wing and I are just chillin when this HB9 steps up and starts talking to me. This girl was fucking cute. Amazing body, tongue ring, dark hair and big brown eyes. The topic turned to the fact it is her B-Day. She intros herself and we start to chat. The IOIs are there and I'm thinking it is on. I noticed the corner of my eye she is with some chode.

I run my 50/100 routine. She is hooked. I back turn her as she is shocked about the game and starts telling her chodefriend how crazy cool it was. The guy gets jealous and pulls her away. At this point, I am starting to get drunk and let it go.....FUCK....she was cute.

We decide to bounce to the local hotspot. Those that have been around the bar scene like yours truly knows what to expect at different spots. Some are Class, others are Ass. This was the latter. Everyone usually gets fucked up and line dances (hardcore country theme).

At this point, I am hammered. I am walking around like some harpooned whale. I don't really open any sets. I am social and talking to everyone. Near the end of the night, I end up on the dancefloor with some chick. We dance, we kiss. The night ends and she said she needs to bounce.
I grasp for the number close and get it.

I wake up the next morning not remembering what the hell happened. I don't remember the girl or most of the night. I think I might have dreamed it up. However, I check my pockets and find a women's name and number in my pocket. I don't remember what she looks like. I think she had nice tits but I can't be sure.

A few days go by and I decide to call her. She doesn't return the call. I figure fuck it, I wait another few days and leave another (and yes last) message. Usually if they don't call back the next day on the first message, I drop it. However, I read that you should try twice.

I wake up this morning with the following text message,

"Sorry I was drunk on sat. I am interested in someone else. Please don't call. I am not a bitch"

Hilarious. I am sitting there with my dick in my hands.

What went wrong. You get a girl's number and you make out with her. She should want to see you again right? The answer is that it Depends. This situation was a classic one:

- If you have a quick hook up on a dancefloor with no Qualification or Comfort it will end there. This was solely based on Attraction and nothing else. She wasn't invested in the relationship, thus it was just a typically getting drunk and making out with some random guy scenario....

I was too drunk to game and did not follow up accordingly. Therefore, I am left with nothing but a piece of paper. A tough, but true lesson....

I guess the bad guy doesn't always win...