Quote: (07-15-2012 10:15 PM)soup Wrote:
Quote: (07-15-2012 08:51 PM)Perseus Wrote:
That's a hilarious situation mate, especially the way you played it out. I'm not saying what you did was wrong or right, i do however think you are right to demand equality in everything, as simple as a gambling debt, however there's a missing link in your story.
What do you mean by "something went awry and she wanted to leave"? was she like pissed off or just fucked in the head, got up and wanted to leave?
I fucked the date up early on by drinking too much (or more than her). We had met up in a wine bar, and she suggested we go back to my place and play hold-em and have some wine. So, I thought this was on for sure.
We get back and start playing. I made her deal the cards (she told me she used to deal in an illegal gambling parlor downtown).
At one point in the game she dealt me some cards, and asked me what I wanted to do.
I leaned over and kissed her.
It worked for a second but she pulled away. I should have pulled away before her, but I was getting drunk. It's these little important subtleties that drinking can fuck up.
She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and said. "Try again." So we kissed a little, but then stopped to finish the game. I beat her very quickly, she might have been intentionally trying to lose the game fast. So, we put the cards down and sat on the couch.
She had her leg crossed away from me, which is a body language "red light" but being that I was drunk I went in for the kiss anyway. That was the point of no return and she was like "Ok, time for me to go."
It's at that point that I brought up the money.
This was the beginning of a bad night. I went out to make the rounds at my usual bars after that. It was a very aggro night. Some chick got angry that I wouldn't move out of the way to let her and her boyfriend order a drink, and she put ice down my back. I went to another bar and made a remark about some guy being gay, and a horde of people threatened to kick my ass. I don't have anything against gay people. The bartender told me to move to the other side of the bar.
After closing time, I was talking to some chicks outside. They blew me out pretty quickly, but I kept trying to talk to them. These other guys that it looked like they were with attacked me, and one of them ripped/shredded my shirt.
I'm going to try go low on the booze.
Frankly, if it were me. I'd be mighty pleased after a night like that.