A NEUTERED CAT

Being online for 4 years, clueless to Game or not, every once in awhile I was able to connect with a true 7 or 8.

Contrary to popular belief, hot well-adjusted women do exist online.  They are just rare and their time spent on an app is minimal, unlike the majority of the social market place rejects.

During my time online, I’d say I ended up on at least one date with an actual hot girl maybe ten to twenty times.

That’s crap if you take my 4 years and 200+ first dates into account.

Needless to say they all fizzled out.  Sometimes it was after the first date.  Sometimes it was after two or three dates.  But it never failed.  I was either ghosted or relegated to one word answer texts.

I could never figure out why.

I mean, I was killing it with 4’s, 5’s, and 6’s.

Was I so hideous that there was a major drop off from the 6 SMV girl I was banging to the elusive 7?

As a matter of fact, I would’ve been relieved if that was the case.

If these 7’s and 8’s blew my ass off within an hour of meeting me then I’d know – I didn’t have what it took to hang with the “top tier” women from OLD.  I’d happily accept the fate given to me and solider on.

But no.  That never happened.

Instead we’d have pleasant conversation and laughs.  The dates would usually last 2 hours plus.  Some would even change venues and go into the early morning hours – I wasn’t even being used for free drinks and food.  The women were genuinely interested in what I had to say.  They asked all the right questions, laughed at all the right jokes.

None ever bailed early.  None ever made excuses that they had to cut the date short.  They all stayed until the bitter end.

Yet, within 72 hours of meeting them I never heard from them again.  Bizarre.

One actually said to me at the end of the evening after a decent good night kiss, “Huh, I like you.”

So I did what every gentleman does, I texted her the next morning, a simple “Good morning”.

I never heard from her again.

Another I walked to her car.  She stood in the street for another fifteen minutes bullshitting with me.  Would not get in her car.  Feet planted, she plowed forward keeping the conversation going.

What did I do?  Leaned in for an indecisive soy hug and a really awkward last minute kiss on the cheek.  Embarrassing.

Next day we texted a few times.  I received one word answers.  By that evening I was dead man walking.

There was another who throughout the date kept bringing up kissing techniques.  And how lots of guys are horrible at a first kiss.

Well I was going to be clever and change the subject.  No way I was going to take the bait of talking sexual with her like so many other guys before probably tried to do.  And I sure as hell wasn’t going to give her a goodnight kiss now.  I’d show her.  I’d stand out.  I ‘d be the guy who was different.

Next morning I get this text, “I think you are so handsome but just don’t think it will work out.”

WTF!!!!  I was lost and confused.  None of this made any sense.

One girl, a bonafide well-adjusted 8, gorgeous face, who exuded sexuality and social grace mentioned during one of our many topics of conversation how her ex-husband was such a douche bag.  He would boss her around, do whatever he wanted, and had such an obnoxious attitude it would drive her crazy.

Well I made sure I behaved the exact opposite.  The perfect well-spoken humble gentleman.

“Would you like another drink?”

“Are you hungry?”

So cringy.

But even then, after all the nauseating gallantry, she waited for me to kiss her at her car.  Leaned on her car waiting. Would not get in her car.

Well, I wasn’t going to be like her douche bag ex-husband. Not me. No way.

She got a soft hug from me and I never heard from her again.

These women were practically begging for me to do something. Anything. They were rooting for me to sweep them off their feet.

No such luck ladies.

Lastly, there was a hot school teacher.  She invites me back to her place after nice conversation over drinks.  And again, I think I am going to separate myself from the other guys she’s been with – so I don’t initiate anything.  I sit on her couch and bullshit with her.

It was so bad she started showing me yoga poses she does…ass in the air, etc.  Practically begging me to take her from behind. I kid you not.

Not me.  I did nothing.  I’d show her.

Next day I get, “I can’t believe I invited you back to my house on a first date. I feel so embarrassed.”

I replied back, “It’s fine.  It’s not like we did anything.”

LOL – No shit!