I was debating whether to even write this post because what happened to me last night was a bit strange, and it didn't produce a lot of useful data. I figure that all of you reading this blog will appreciate my honesty even though I'm going to leave some details out mainly for brevity but also for less embarrassment on my part.
Last night there was a get together for one of the guys at my office. It was his last day here, and he's an all around good and well liked guy. This going away party was at a bar. It's really half a bar and half a restaurant. It's located in an exurb that I hate (and I hate exurbs in general). (In case you're wondering, I like suburbs just fine. Exurbs are a different story.) This particular exurb is filled with money (to a point), and it's a place where for the most part people go right before or after they get married in preparation for having 2.08 kids, particularly if they're drones leading the standard upper middle class/lower upper class drone life. Needless to say, all of this money can't buy intelligence or common sense. Plenty of divorce happens in this exurb so on the bar side of this place the clientèle is made up of plenty of divorced women and men. Most of the divorced women fall into the category of trying to snag a man before they completely lose their looks (and everything else).
I was at the party for the guy that was leaving. I went back to the bar a couple of times to get refills on what I was drinking, and in the midst of this I managed to pick up a woman at the bar accidentally. (She wasn't a coworker.) I'm going to call her Amanda in this post (not her real name). I'm going to skip some details here for brevity, just to say that I knew even at that point something was wrong. I wasn't sure what exactly, but it was kind of like the sudden ominous music playing nationwide from this video from The Onion:
Since I'm collecting data for this experiment, I decided to go on even with the ominous music in the background.
As everything went on, it felt way too easy. I should point out here that I have never had this type of experience before. I couldn't tell if it was just because I was in the successful with women category and ignored it before or if there was something sinister going on, or both or some other reason. (Amanda wasn't drunk if you're wondering about that.) There was also the possibility that because she was simply desperate or trying very poorly to play cougar (even though I believe I'm too old to be cougar bait at 31). (I think Amanda was 40 or in her late 30's.) Throughout all of this I'm thinking why me instead of anyone else? There are plenty of possible answers such as Amanda is trying to relive being 30 years old (why?), but the Onion style ominous music is in the background.
One thing leads to another, and it seemed like I had the opportunity to nail Amanda. I decided to pass. The ominous music was getting louder. I went to the parking lot to go to my car, but Amanda followed me. She then proceeded to use all manner of shaming language on me for not going home with her, small dick, was I gay, etc. You know the drill. Fortunately, there was no one around to hear this. In Amanda's voluminous verbal diarrhea, she said blurted out something about having a STD. I don't know if Amanda was saying that she didn't have one or that she let it slip that she did. Having an STD would explain the metaphorical ominous music. Either way, I wasn't going to take a chance. Even if Amanda didn't have a STD, she probably had so many dicks inside her in her life that I was better off. If nothing else, my zucchini would have gotten lost in there.
Eventually this ended, and I made sure to not use a direct route to my car just in case Amanda was watching. I know some of this story might not make sense, but I really don't want to go into most of the details I left out.
What did I learn from this? Not very much. This wasn't planned on my part of course. I was planning on going to a going away party for one of my coworkers and that was it. Besides all of the obvious problems with picking up a STD ridden chick, this place would not be a place I would go to pick up women. All I can say for certain is that I'm not completely repulsive to women, and I'm probably better off than that. More data and more testing is needed.
However, it does bring up some interesting side ideas. Game is not a suicide pact (and neither is this experiment). I'm sure there are a lot of PUAs who are laughing at me right now and making fun of me for not getting laid even with the high probability of this woman having a STD. I don't care. I used my brain and made the right choice, the smart choice. If she had an STD it was probably one of the non-deadly ones, but many of those are very painful. I'm better off with my health.
The experiment will continue as opportunities present themselves or as I can create them. Next time, I'm hoping it involves women closer to my own age.
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