When My Mother Died - Our Marriage Fell Apart
The Unconsummated Marriage: Breaking the Silence on Vaginismus
We've Been Growing Apart for Years
I Want a Baby; He Doesn't
One in Two? The Truth About the Divorce Rate
Modern Takes on Traditional Anniversary Gifts
4 Relationship Resolutions for 2025
After the Sexin’s Gone
Confronting Indifference in a Relationship Affected by Illness
Happy Endings for Everyone
Why Don’t We Get Drunk and Screw
Witchy Woman
You’ll Never Get to Second Base with That Kiss
Challenging Ageism in the Dating World
Why Do You Need Us to Hate Each Other?
Mark is like ‘oh this bar is going to be packed with college hotties, let’s go.’ I’m like ‘okay.’ We get there. Guess what isn’t packed? The bar. There’s like no one there. Soon enough, though, a group of people we knew arrived. It was like 9 guys and two girls. Mark tries to talk to one of the girls, she’s lukewarm on him (and she knows him). Then, my other friend arrives with a girl — not sure if he’s boning her. Anyway, spent most of the night hanging out with them instead. Kind of annoying, for sure.
Friday: So, got invited to a skiing/snowboarding trip with social circle. I’m like ‘sure.’ We go. It’s pretty fun. Friday is spent driving there, mostly.
Saturday: After snowboarding, we go to the only bar in the little ski town. I was going to be pissed again, because when we got there, we were the only ones there. But people started arriving soon enough. So, I’ll try to recreate my approaches, and for fun, I’ll try to just put a little ‘how much I had drank by that point’ by the set.
Set 1: (1 beer)
I approach them, there’s a middle-aged woman (does not even register on attractiveness scale to me), two young women, and an older guy. My first legit mixed set. I realize that the bar is going to have a mustache party later, so my opener is just ‘I don’t see any mustaches here — I don’t know if you know this, but I’m the party patrol. The bar hired me to check up on people like you…’
They like it. The middle aged woman really goes for it…blah blah blah. She starts asking me what race I am, compliments me on my eyes, whatever. She then introduces me to everyone at the table. The young woman on the left is like a 5.5, and the one on the right is like a 6.5. For now, I just spend time talking to the middle-aged woman and the guy.
Then, the bartender walks up — she’s got on a mustache — and she puts her hands on her hips. I’m like ‘what’s up, Luigi?’ She stares at me for a second, and is like ‘you’re cut off.’ I just kinda laugh. Long story short, she ends up drawing a mustache on my face. I figured that could be some sort of DHV in front of the set. However, lest I start falling into dancing monkey status, I leave (I decide to make the set a homebase).
Set 2: (2.5 beers)
The Unconsummated Marriage: Breaking the Silence on Vaginismus
We've Been Growing Apart for Years
I Want a Baby; He Doesn't
One in Two? The Truth About the Divorce Rate
Modern Takes on Traditional Anniversary Gifts
4 Relationship Resolutions for 2025
After the Sexin’s Gone
Confronting Indifference in a Relationship Affected by Illness
Happy Endings for Everyone
Why Don’t We Get Drunk and Screw
Witchy Woman
You’ll Never Get to Second Base with That Kiss
Challenging Ageism in the Dating World
Why Do You Need Us to Hate Each Other?
Mark is like ‘oh this bar is going to be packed with college hotties, let’s go.’ I’m like ‘okay.’ We get there. Guess what isn’t packed? The bar. There’s like no one there. Soon enough, though, a group of people we knew arrived. It was like 9 guys and two girls. Mark tries to talk to one of the girls, she’s lukewarm on him (and she knows him). Then, my other friend arrives with a girl — not sure if he’s boning her. Anyway, spent most of the night hanging out with them instead. Kind of annoying, for sure.
Friday: So, got invited to a skiing/snowboarding trip with social circle. I’m like ‘sure.’ We go. It’s pretty fun. Friday is spent driving there, mostly.
Saturday: After snowboarding, we go to the only bar in the little ski town. I was going to be pissed again, because when we got there, we were the only ones there. But people started arriving soon enough. So, I’ll try to recreate my approaches, and for fun, I’ll try to just put a little ‘how much I had drank by that point’ by the set.
Set 1: (1 beer)
I approach them, there’s a middle-aged woman (does not even register on attractiveness scale to me), two young women, and an older guy. My first legit mixed set. I realize that the bar is going to have a mustache party later, so my opener is just ‘I don’t see any mustaches here — I don’t know if you know this, but I’m the party patrol. The bar hired me to check up on people like you…’
They like it. The middle aged woman really goes for it…blah blah blah. She starts asking me what race I am, compliments me on my eyes, whatever. She then introduces me to everyone at the table. The young woman on the left is like a 5.5, and the one on the right is like a 6.5. For now, I just spend time talking to the middle-aged woman and the guy.
Then, the bartender walks up — she’s got on a mustache — and she puts her hands on her hips. I’m like ‘what’s up, Luigi?’ She stares at me for a second, and is like ‘you’re cut off.’ I just kinda laugh. Long story short, she ends up drawing a mustache on my face. I figured that could be some sort of DHV in front of the set. However, lest I start falling into dancing monkey status, I leave (I decide to make the set a homebase).
Set 2: (2.5 beers)
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