So tonight I broke my own rule. I met with a girl off the internet without really knowing what her body was like. On her profile, all of her pics showed a pretty face with what appeared to be a slender body. As with all chicks on the internet,I knew that if you aren't quite sure how hot the girl is, there is a strong possibility she's ugly. However in the past, it wasn't much of an issue as I always met in discreet, out-of-the-way locations...if she turned out to be a cow, it wouldn't matter because nobody would know me.
Tonight was not like that. I suggested that we meet at a discreet,pub. But instead she insists that we meet at a centrally located cocktail bar. I knew this was a little risky. So. before agreeing, I go back online and re-examine her pics. Still the same pretty face..her arms are not fat. She honestly looks fuckable..why not? I was sure that at worst, she could pass the boner test.
I get to the cocktail bar. I notice that its hopping and full of young hotties. It's at this moment that I realize that this is getting risky. If she's fat, I might actually know somebody inside.
I stand outside and wait. Off in the distance, I see a pear shaped figure getting closer. She has the same hair color...It can't be her I tell myself. She gets closer. Oh shit, she's smiling. She's coming right towards me. ..It's her.....fuck
I try to be polite and not let my disappointment show, but I can't do it. She looks more than 30 pounds overweight. And the pretty face... its not so pretty. Its full of acne. It's as if she has eaten nothing but McDonalds french fries for the past three months.
Reluctantly I follow her inside. I feel embarrassed to be seen with this monstrosity, but at least I don't see anyone I recognize. We find a table in the corner and I try to make small talk.Its extremely painful... The whole time I'm trying to get the fuck out of here before somebody I know walks in.
And just like that on cue, a group of interns from my work walk in the door. One of them is really hot, and I've been trying to bang for awhile. Luckily they sit on the other side of the restaurant, but at any moment they could walk over,and the jig would up up.
Not knowing how to get out of the situation, I tell the cow that my ex-girlfriend is over there, and I dont' feel comfortable.... I have to leave...now....She tells me to wait for her to finish her drink, but I tell her I can't. I'll wait for her outside. I drop €5 on the table to pay for my beer, rush out the door and hop in my car.At first, I felt like an asshole for doing this, but the more I think about it, the less I give a shit, as she was the one who so blatantly misrepresented herself.
I realize I should have never walked inside the bar with her. But how does one eloquently get out of the situation? Do you just walk away? Do you flat out say, "sorry, you're not my type?"
Tonight was not like that. I suggested that we meet at a discreet,pub. But instead she insists that we meet at a centrally located cocktail bar. I knew this was a little risky. So. before agreeing, I go back online and re-examine her pics. Still the same pretty face..her arms are not fat. She honestly looks fuckable..why not? I was sure that at worst, she could pass the boner test.
I get to the cocktail bar. I notice that its hopping and full of young hotties. It's at this moment that I realize that this is getting risky. If she's fat, I might actually know somebody inside.
I stand outside and wait. Off in the distance, I see a pear shaped figure getting closer. She has the same hair color...It can't be her I tell myself. She gets closer. Oh shit, she's smiling. She's coming right towards me. ..It's her.....fuck
I try to be polite and not let my disappointment show, but I can't do it. She looks more than 30 pounds overweight. And the pretty face... its not so pretty. Its full of acne. It's as if she has eaten nothing but McDonalds french fries for the past three months.
Reluctantly I follow her inside. I feel embarrassed to be seen with this monstrosity, but at least I don't see anyone I recognize. We find a table in the corner and I try to make small talk.Its extremely painful... The whole time I'm trying to get the fuck out of here before somebody I know walks in.
And just like that on cue, a group of interns from my work walk in the door. One of them is really hot, and I've been trying to bang for awhile. Luckily they sit on the other side of the restaurant, but at any moment they could walk over,and the jig would up up.
Not knowing how to get out of the situation, I tell the cow that my ex-girlfriend is over there, and I dont' feel comfortable.... I have to leave...now....She tells me to wait for her to finish her drink, but I tell her I can't. I'll wait for her outside. I drop €5 on the table to pay for my beer, rush out the door and hop in my car.At first, I felt like an asshole for doing this, but the more I think about it, the less I give a shit, as she was the one who so blatantly misrepresented herself.
I realize I should have never walked inside the bar with her. But how does one eloquently get out of the situation? Do you just walk away? Do you flat out say, "sorry, you're not my type?"