Have you ever been rejected by a girl?

[Apollo]

when asking them out, and they say no? ever happen to you?

 

[Eddie Brock]

anyone who says no is a liar

 

[jaguarr]

Every guy has. It's just part of the process.

jag

 

[Mr Sparkle]

you should make a thread about guys that DON'T get rejected, that **** would be news worthy.

 

[Kevin]

when asking them out, and they say no? ever happen to you?

Duh.

 

[Mee]

This should've been public.

I wannna know if blind fury's credit card has ever been turned down.

 

[Eros]

Once I made out with a girl in front of her house, and then afterwards she said she does not like me like that.

 

[jaguarr]

Once I made out with a girl in front of her house, and then afterwards she said she does not like me like that.

I guess she didn't like the test drive?

jag

 

[Apollo]

Once I made out with a girl in front of her house, and then afterwards she said she does not like me like that.

damn,

 

[Immortalfire]

Every guy has. It's just part of the process.

jag

C'mon jag, tell us a story about it.

 

[Eros]

I guess she didn't like the test drive?

jag

Something like that, she said that we kissed and she didn't feel any kind of "connection" or "Chemistry".

 

[Eddie Brock]

Something like that, she said that we kissed and she didn't feel any kind of "connection" or "Chemistry".

"chemistry" is a girl's way of saying "i'm a b**** and i'm turning you down"

 

[Wilhelm-Scream]

I've only been rejected in high school, and when I was wasted drunk.

I had a shrine built to the Pink Power Ranger in my bedroom back when Power Rangers was novel ( it was built with a sense of satirical irony ), and this hot, classy, snobby, rich blonde, who actually wanted the singer in my band, was nice enough to drive me home 'cause I was walking-ooze drunk.

And I was wasted enough to say, "Yoo gotta come up and see my Pink Power Ranger!!!"

and she said, "no see ya later."


God what she missed out on.

 

[Darthphere]

Dumb *****.

 

[C-$]

I've only been rejected in high school, and when I was wasted drunk.

I had a shrine built to the Pink Power Ranger in my bedroom back when Power Rangers was novel ( it was built with a sense of satirical irony ), and this hot, classy, snobby, rich blonde, who actually wanted the singer in my band, was nice enough to drive me home 'cause I was walking-ooze drunk.

And I was wasted enough to say, "Yoo gotta come up and see my Pink Power Ranger!!!"

and she said, "no see ya later."


God what she missed out on.

A shrine built to the Pink Power Ranger?! WTF?!

 

[jaguarr]

C'mon jag, tell us a story about it.

Hmmm....

There was one time my friends and I were trying to hook up with these hotties at a street fair. Everything was going great and I was getting on fine with this little cutie and a couple of my buddies were doing pretty well with her friends. And then their OTHER raging crack of a friend showed up and freaked out and started talking about how they had to go and started literally pulling her friends away from us. I was like "What's the problem? We're just talking? Who are you, anyway?" and she went OFF on my and started reading all of us the riot act like some sort of rabid pitbull with a megaphone. To this day I have no idea what the hell her issue was. I just remember her shooing her friends away before we could collect any numbers and me blurting out "By the way, you're a c*nt!!!!!" in front of a bunch of parents and their children. It made me a popular guy. My friends still talk about that one.

Then there was the Halloween I was out with some friends downtown. I was dressed up like a heavy metal rocker with a fairly realistic wig and the whole nine yards and we actually went into a metal rock bar and this really hot, skanky girl comes up out of nowhere the moment we walked in and was all like "Billy! Oh my god, I haven't seen you for so long! You're looking so fiiiiine! Meet me in the ladies room in five and I'll give you something special!" and then took off, shaking her hiney real hard...or as hard as a drunk rocker chick can. My friends were stunned, as was I. So...five minutes later I'm in the ladies room. It's kinda dark in there, just like the rest of the club. She grabs me, pulls me into a stall and locks the door. Fifteen minutes and a mouthful of joy for her later, she stands up, blinks...looks at me and says "You're not Billy!". LOL! She didn't wanna deal with me at all after that for some reason. All I know is that Billy had a hell of a life, whoever he was.

Another Halloween, I was downtown with those same friends, one of whom had just become a cop in an adjacent town. We're getting on great with these four girls that were dressed up like the Seven-Up Dots. They win some stupid costume contest and their prize is a bottle of champagne that they're sharing with us. Everything's copasthetic. They ask us if we want to get out of there and go party with them. Weill, hell yes we do! We walk with them out to their car and they start taking off their Seven-Up Dot outfits. The girl I've been hanging with all evening has got a really tight bod and she peels off her shirt AND her bra where she's sitting in the passengers side seat and winks at me and says "Wanna taste of these?". I'm just about to lean into the car when her friend in the drivers side goes "Hey, guess what we've got?" and flashes a tin of weed at my friend Pat, who just happened to have become a cop recently. With my mouth mere inches from Halloween Mountain Top, he responds with "Oh, look what I'VE got" and flashes his badge at the girls. The car, with all four girls in it, disappears in a flash before all of us even realize what the hell just happened. Pat is a jackass.

So, yeah, most of my hookups gone wrong went that way because of either mistaken identity or outside influences. Those are just a couple of examples and doesn't include the countless number of women I asked out who flat out said no. The BIG heartbreaker, though, was this one:

My girlfriend of two years in college. We were engaged. Had planned our life together and everything was going awesome. So I thought. One day she dumps me in the parking lot of our university because she's "found Jesus" and wants to really devote her life to him and just couldn't see being able to love me AND Jesus. No warning signs. No nothing. Just ran the car into a brick wall while I wasn't looking, basically. That was the one that took me a couple of years to get over. I saw her a couple years later and she was indeed still big into the church thing. I heard she got married not too long after that to some guy from her church that apparently treated her really badly. A pity. She was an amazing girl. But....all things end up where they are supposed to and I have an incredible wife that I never would have found if I'd wound up with that one from college.

Point of all my rambling? There are a lot of women out there. If one doesn't like you, move on to another.

jag

 

[WorthyStevens]

I've been rejected. Not so much anymore.

 

[muertevilla]

yeah ive been rejected...but that didnt stop me MWAHAHAHAHAHA MWAHAHAHAHAHA

 

[C-$]

Hmmm....

There was one time my friends and I were trying to hook up with these hotties at a street fair. Everything was going great and I was getting on fine with this little cutie and a couple of my buddies were doing pretty well with her friends. And then their OTHER raging crack of a friend showed up and freaked out and started talking about how they had to go and started literally pulling her friends away from us. I was like "What's the problem? We're just talking? Who are you, anyway?" and she went OFF on my and started reading all of us the riot act like some sort of rabid pitbull with a megaphone. To this day I have no idea what the hell her issue was. I just remember her shooing her friends away before we could collect any numbers and me blurting out "By the way, you're a c*nt!!!!!" in front of a bunch of parents and their children. It made me a popular guy. My friends still talk about that one.

Then there was the Halloween I was out with some friends downtown. I was dressed up like a heavy metal rocker with a fairly realistic wig and the whole nine yards and we actually went into a metal rock bar and this really hot, skanky girl comes up out of nowhere the moment we walked in and was all like "Billy! Oh my god, I haven't seen you for so long! You're looking so fiiiiine! Meet me in the ladies room in five and I'll give you something special!" and then took off, shaking her hiney real hard...or as hard as a drunk rocker chick can. My friends were stunned, as was I. So...five minutes later I'm in the ladies room. It's kinda dark in there, just like the rest of the club. She grabs me, pulls me into a stall and locks the door. Fifteen minutes and a mouthful of joy for her later, she stands up, blinks...looks at me and says "You're not Billy!". LOL! She didn't wanna deal with me at all after that for some reason. All I know is that Billy had a hell of a life, whoever he was.

Another Halloween, I was downtown with those same friends, one of whom had just become a cop in an adjacent town. We're getting on great with these four girls that were dressed up like the Seven-Up Dots. They win some stupid costume contest and their prize is a bottle of champagne that they're sharing with us. Everything's copasthetic. They ask us if we want to get out of there and go party with them. Weill, hell yes we do! We walk with them out to their car and they start taking off their Seven-Up Dot outfits. The girl I've been hanging with all evening has got a really tight bod and she peels off her shirt AND her bra where she's sitting in the passengers side seat and winks at me and says "Wanna taste of these?". I'm just about to lean into the car when her friend in the drivers side goes "Hey, guess what we've got?" and flashes a tin of weed at my friend Pat, who just happened to have become a cop recently. With my mouth mere inches from Halloween Mountain Top, he responds with "Oh, look what I'VE got" and flashes his badge at the girls. The car, with all four girls in it, disappears in a flash before all of us even realize what the hell just happened. Pat is a jackass.

So, yeah, most of my hookups gone wrong went that way because of either mistaken identity or outside influences. Those are just a couple of examples and doesn't include the countless number of women I asked out who flat out said no. The BIG heartbreaker, though, was this one:

My girlfriend of two years in college. We were engaged. Had planned our life together and everything was going awesome. So I thought. One day she dumps me in the parking lot of our university because she's "found Jesus" and wants to really devote her life to him and just couldn't see being able to love me AND Jesus. No warning signs. No nothing. Just ran the car into a brick wall while I wasn't looking, basically. That was the one that took me a couple of years to get over. I saw her a couple years later and she was indeed still big into the church thing. I heard she got married not too long after that to some guy from her church that apparently treated her really badly. A pity. She was an amazing girl. But....all things end up where they are supposed to and I have an incredible wife that I never would have found if I'd wound up with that one from college.

Point of all my rambling? There are a lot of women out there. If one doesn't like you, move on to another.

jag

The "Billy" story is my favorite. t:

 

[jaguarr]

The "Billy" story is my favorite. t:

Mine, too. She was very enthusiastic, talented, and loved what she did.

jag

 

[DOG LIPS]

Hell no.

 

[arachnid-guy]

Jag, you are inspirational.

That was....great.

 

[Omega214]

i swear i have never been rejected...but then again i hardly ask people out....why go into commitmenty...no point at my age

 

[Wilhelm-Scream]

Meet me in the ladies room in five and I'll give you something special!

You know you're doing something right when you're living a Kiss song.

 

[Immortalfire]

Hmmm....

There was one time my friends and I were trying to hook up with these hotties at a street fair. Everything was going great and I was getting on fine with this little cutie and a couple of my buddies were doing pretty well with her friends. And then their OTHER raging crack of a friend showed up and freaked out and started talking about how they had to go and started literally pulling her friends away from us. I was like "What's the problem? We're just talking? Who are you, anyway?" and she went OFF on my and started reading all of us the riot act like some sort of rabid pitbull with a megaphone. To this day I have no idea what the hell her issue was. I just remember her shooing her friends away before we could collect any numbers and me blurting out "By the way, you're a c*nt!!!!!" in front of a bunch of parents and their children. It made me a popular guy. My friends still talk about that one.

Then there was the Halloween I was out with some friends downtown. I was dressed up like a heavy metal rocker with a fairly realistic wig and the whole nine yards and we actually went into a metal rock bar and this really hot, skanky girl comes up out of nowhere the moment we walked in and was all like "Billy! Oh my god, I haven't seen you for so long! You're looking so fiiiiine! Meet me in the ladies room in five and I'll give you something special!" and then took off, shaking her hiney real hard...or as hard as a drunk rocker chick can. My friends were stunned, as was I. So...five minutes later I'm in the ladies room. It's kinda dark in there, just like the rest of the club. She grabs me, pulls me into a stall and locks the door. Fifteen minutes and a mouthful of joy for her later, she stands up, blinks...looks at me and says "You're not Billy!". LOL! She didn't wanna deal with me at all after that for some reason. All I know is that Billy had a hell of a life, whoever he was.

Another Halloween, I was downtown with those same friends, one of whom had just become a cop in an adjacent town. We're getting on great with these four girls that were dressed up like the Seven-Up Dots. They win some stupid costume contest and their prize is a bottle of champagne that they're sharing with us. Everything's copasthetic. They ask us if we want to get out of there and go party with them. Weill, hell yes we do! We walk with them out to their car and they start taking off their Seven-Up Dot outfits. The girl I've been hanging with all evening has got a really tight bod and she peels off her shirt AND her bra where she's sitting in the passengers side seat and winks at me and says "Wanna taste of these?". I'm just about to lean into the car when her friend in the drivers side goes "Hey, guess what we've got?" and flashes a tin of weed at my friend Pat, who just happened to have become a cop recently. With my mouth mere inches from Halloween Mountain Top, he responds with "Oh, look what I'VE got" and flashes his badge at the girls. The car, with all four girls in it, disappears in a flash before all of us even realize what the hell just happened. Pat is a jackass.

So, yeah, most of my hookups gone wrong went that way because of either mistaken identity or outside influences. Those are just a couple of examples and doesn't include the countless number of women I asked out who flat out said no. The BIG heartbreaker, though, was this one:

My girlfriend of two years in college. We were engaged. Had planned our life together and everything was going awesome. So I thought. One day she dumps me in the parking lot of our university because she's "found Jesus" and wants to really devote her life to him and just couldn't see being able to love me AND Jesus. No warning signs. No nothing. Just ran the car into a brick wall while I wasn't looking, basically. That was the one that took me a couple of years to get over. I saw her a couple years later and she was indeed still big into the church thing. I heard she got married not too long after that to some guy from her church that apparently treated her really badly. A pity. She was an amazing girl. But....all things end up where they are supposed to and I have an incredible wife that I never would have found if I'd wound up with that one from college.

Point of all my rambling? There are a lot of women out there. If one doesn't like you, move on to another.

jag

Ah, life.