Had an event a few days ago. Let’s call this one "PM’s Fourth Epic Fail."
So my friend decides to set up a day for myself and one of his friends. Trying to get me a girl or some jazz of the like. I guessed playing along would be worth it, make a new friend I guess. So at lunch, we talk for a while and it happens that she’s an atually pretty upstanding young lady (rare this day and age, I assure you). So, we decide to go see a show that evening, and at said show, she seems to ghost off. Whatever, I think to myself, I’ve a brew and the night is young. However, and here’s the kicker, just wandering around later talking to some folk, I find her kinda near on macking it out with a singer from a band that night. Fuck this, I thought, and I just leave Buffalo and head home for the night. I don’t know how she got home, and I frankly don’t care.
I WAS kinda upset on the drive home, then I realized who I am and figured it was coming anway. lol. Moral of the story, there are few if any girls worth a gentlman’s time left out there.