| Been trying PUA stuff again most of this year, on and off--admittedly I've been slacking because other stuff has taken priority--but I've learned a lot and been on a lot of dates and whatnot. Something always ends up going wrong somewhere down the line, though, because I inevitably fail at laying the groundwork at some important step early on.
Well, last weekend I met some HB friends at a bar and was introduced to their huge group, which included an 8 who immediately took to me. We spent a good while talking and it finally seemed as though I had actually hit every note along the way. I was proud of myself; I did a good job. It was pretty surprising how much we had in common (I usually have to kinda fake a lot of common ground with girls), and she was smiling and talking about all these things we would have to try...I was absolutely in.
Would've attempted bouncing to a second spot but she was drinking (I wasn't) and seemed to go from bubbly to drunk in a really short period. She decided to call a cab and wait outside because it was hot. I waited with her, and she held onto me while we stood under an awning out of the rain. Cab took too long; she called another. That one took too long and she was getting irritated, so I offered to drive her home. I shouldn't have, but I did. Well, I'd never had any trouble with my car before, and my car picked that night to die. We got in, it wouldn't start.
What followed was a lot of standing in the cold and rain and a failed jump and blah blah blah. Everything I'd built went down the drain, even though it was beyond my control. At one point I looked up from fucking with the car, and she'd disappeared. The last time I'd seen her minutes before, she was very drunk and tottering around in the direction of an abandoned building on the next block while talking on her cell. Between the fact that we were downtown, there was a construction site nearby, and once last winter a friend of mine got wasted and left a bar by himself during a blizzard, and just by chance we found him an hour later, passed out in the snow a few blocks away--he could've died if we hadn't stumbled upon him--I wondered if she might've gotten snatched or passed out on a side street.
One cab showed up for her, then another, and neither one could get an answer when they called her. I looked for her a bit, tried calling her (no answer) and left a message. Called the HB who introduced us, and she told me the girl had gone to her car and passed out. She seemed to think I was a dork for being concerned, but I don't care how AFC it might have seemed, because I know what could've happened to my buddy on that similarly cold night last year.
Figured I wouldn't hear from the girl again but was surprised by a text from her the next morning saying, "I just got your message. Oh my god, I'm so sorry--I thought I told you I was going to my car! How rude I was." I replied, "Damn right. You owe me one!" A couple days later, I texted, "My car's fixed and there's no rain for the next week. What say we try this again under drier, more functional circumstances?" She replied, "Can't, sorry. I have a friend in town through the weekend." Not exactly an encouraging response.
Can/should I try again at some point, and is there a way to salvage this one? I feel like there probably could be and I'm just not advanced enough to see it.
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