It could be ME!

I have recently discovered the lost art of MISSED OPPORTUNATIES. It’s true, as some can attest, that I have a “dense” side, but I always thought that there were certain signals I could –home in- on. On the same coin, I would know immediately when to dump out of a situation.

Umm…..not so much…it seems.

Example:

I met this chick –I was simi interested –we hung. The best part was that we could (hold your asses) TALK about things that mattered. It was a fucking hoot! Now, we all my stance on relationships at this juncture…right?

FUCK EM’

So, at any rate, we seemed to be one the same page in that regard. We hooked up a few times…..and then…..*poof* She went the way of the Dodo. Umm, what the fuck happened? I suddenly felt like the guy in “Airplane” who waited the whole movie for the taxi driver to come back.

“Ok….I’ll give him just five more minutes! That’s it!” ----roll credits*

Some may say that I’m whining like a bitch, or that I need to just find another girl to hang with in her place. I’ll give you that- and I will…..but –this is becoming a ritual with me.

Find em- hang- *poof*

Am I unwittingly sending women to an alternate dimension of which there is no return? OR- am I just a choad?

I would go on, but I am writing this at a bar, and the next “disappearing act” is looking at me from across the room. Nice.

FU