Persistence is Futile
Normally, I’m out there like the next guy, trying to holla at a girl who may be in a group. This particular night was different. Out with Cute Blonde Shorty and her girls, I was on the inside looking out. I could immediately tell who would be trouble.
I spotted this one Creeper from the get-go, before he even said anything. He stood in front of the group, like 2 feet away, and just stared at Cute Friend. He would whisper something to his boy, who was standing farther back. I’m sure it was something like:
“Man look at that fine piece of ass!!” Even though it was dark, I swear I saw light flickering from the drool at corner of his mouth.
Creeper will be trouble. But I wondered why he hadn’t said anything to Cute Friend. He was being obvious, and broadcasting his betaness. You know how sometimes it takes a bit to get worked up to approach? Well it must have been like 5 minutes of just standing and staring for this guy. Unless he thought that the standing and staring was the approach. I think that was right, because when he finally did say something, he seemed more annoyed that he had to.
Every now and then a beta tendency will try to burst through the vault I keep it locked in. And this time, it was that “be her savior” tendency. I quickly snuffed that out. She’s a big girl, she can take care of herself. Plus, I wanted to see Creeper’s game. If anything I would be entertained.
Creeper and Cute Friend exchanged some words. Most of what I could hear was “I have a boyfriend.” She said it early on, so it was obvious that she wasn’t interested. Just in case, she turned away from him and kept dancing. Creeper got the hint and fell back. Well good for him.
Or so I thought.
He started up again. But not with words. He stood close and stared. Again. What’s this guy’s problem? Doesn’t he see that we’re in the middle of the room, and everyone can see him? He’s going to ruin his night.
Naturally I think about how guys can avoid fucking their own ass. Through the booming Black Eyed Peas and the dark, flickering light, everyone was watching Creeper be a creeper. He would be the star of his own show tonight, and I wasn’t about to cut in.
He went back to words. At least he’s not a caveman. But Cute Friend kept shooting him down, and became visibly agitated. She kept turning away, then turning back to tell him that she wasn’t interested. Creeper wouldn’t take “no” for an answer. He would have smothered her if his hard-on didn’t keep him 4 inches away.
OK I have to do something at this point. I don’t want to save her, but I don’t want her to get upset and ruin MY chance tonight. So I reached over and pulled her behind me. Creeper gave one last, desperate look, and finally fell back.
Later, I went to get a drink, and saw Creeper alone at the bar. He seemed nervous and worried. Like he knew that he had no shot with anyone else there. His night was ruined, and he knew it. I should say something, shouldn’t I? Tell him that we’ve all been there, and to keep his head up. Just be cool, and he’ll find someo– Nah, fuck that.
It was definitely a new experience, watching a creeper be a creeper from the start. His persistence made him the obvious tool at the club. Sure, he didn’t reach the Hall of Fame level of creepiness, but it was enough for every other girl to notice.
watching some guy crash and burn can be hard sometimes….others the guy is so overly terrible that it makes you wonder how he can’t realize how bad his game/lack thereof is….u wonder if he’s just been loosed upon society like, 2 days prior and has not been socialized in any capacity with people in adulthood/social settings
some dudes just never pick up on stuff. i think he was in the Navy, which would explain things
Lmao.
I’ve been watching other dudes game a lot lately when I go out these days. It’s usually pretty easy to tell the creepers from the socially inept early on.
What’s the point of continually trying with a chick who early on said she had a bf and turned her back on you? smh…. makes you wonder if some dudes will ever learn….
he probably put her on a pedestal. if that’s the case, she’s the only girl he wants
The problem is the longer you wait, the more pressure you put on yourself, this is were the 3 second rule isn’t a bad rule sometimes. If your game is advanced enough you can go in and fluff/freestyle it. it takes someone who has the capacity and skillset the pull this off, but most improtnatly King Kong balls.
Personally I don’t think a guy is creepy for approaching or even trying again, I think a guy is LAME though for staring for 5 minutes then making a move, if you noticed it, you think the girl didn’t?
it’s creepy. remember, it’s the girl’s perspective that matters
I guess that’s the difference between me and other cats. I don’t pay attention to the creeps cause in my mind “there’s no competition” on the field except for me. Unless there is a professional athlete or some shit
I see were u coming from Rook, not saying it isn’t creepy, I just think its more lame
Cute Friend knew what was up before you did. Girls have more rods in their eyes than guys do, so they can perceive shit coming. I don’t do the 3 second rule because I like taking my time. But I do manage to get over to the girl in a minute after I’m finished with my business (friend talk, drink, texting).
My friend ‘M’ can scan the bar and figure out whats going on with groups of people. She can sense what they’re talking about.
Also, My friend ‘A’ was with me one night when a drunk guy groped her ass. She slithered away from him and I put my arm around her waist (I put myself in his way). He didn’t come any closer.
I hear this shit on occasion. Honestly, playing the ‘BF’ role keeps the girls feeling safer and protected. So when a girl is harassed, and you can tell she’s worried or freaked out, STEP IN and block the guy off. You’d be doing both sides a favor. The protector role gives you points and she’ll be more attracted to you.
I wouldn’t have said anything to him either. Even if he could not pick up on the obvious disinterest on the girl’s part, his “friends” should have let him know. Are things that bad these days? Even in my naive days, if say, four of us went out, at least one guy would have the social savvy to pull someone aside if he were obviously screwing up.
LOL, every bar has a couple of these guys who are regulars.
Coming to her rescue might not be such a bad idea. Walk up, and act like you’re her boyfriend. It gives you a perfect pretext to take some boyfriend liberties (getting close, kissing her, slapping her ass), and she’s forced to play along to keep up the ruse. If she says anything later, just laugh and tease her about it.
e.g.
What was all that?
Hahaha! I only kid…snugglebunches.
i’d take both: millionaire and super alpha. can’t limit myself to 2 choices.