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Never underestimate the blind optimism of a dude with a boner.
I got played hard by Ashley last week, and I should have known better since it wasn't the first time it's happened with her. I texted her in the am and she replied right away with a pic. We continued to text and things felt legit this time, so we set a time I headed to her location. About 15 minutes away (on a 45-minute drive) she texts with a location change (red flag #1). I still had my optimism boner raging, so I rerouted and headed to the second location which is about 15 minutes from the first. I arrive at the second location and waited for about 10 minutes and she calls with: "I'm sooooooo sorry baby but I am actually going to location 3 now" . Ugh, apparently there was some car issues and drama (always) and location 2 was too far. So. Stupid me and my stupid boner head across town to location 3. I arrive after about 10 minutes and she texts me that she will be there in 10 minutes. 20 minutes later she finally calls: "Baby I'm sooooo sorry but I promise I'm going to take care of you today and give you a discount for putting up with me. But we need to head back to location #2 again. I found another ride and I like that location way better and I'll make it up to you I promise blah blah blah. " Of course, she gave me just enough in that phone call to keep the blood flowing to Mr. Optimist, so here we go again, back to location 2. On my way there she calls to tell me she is checking in and will text me soon with the room #. I arrive in the parking lot and wait, and wait, and wait. Ghost mode engaged. Not returning my texts, not answering my calls. After 20 minutes I'm 99.9% sure I saw her walk out of the lobby and get into a crappy car with a dude and drive away. I looked down and my idiot optimist boner was completely deflated, the blood had returned to my brain and I got on the road toward home. All the way cursing myself for being so dumb. I sent her one more text saying thanks for nothing and what was the point of leading me along for over an hour. THEN SHE ACTUALLY CALLS ME. "baby I'm sorry, they wouldn't accept my CC. My I'd was expired. Blah blah blah. I couldn't check in I'm sorry. " I was like well just tell me that instead of letting me sit there all damn afternoon. She was like ok I'm sorry can you come back. ? I seriously thought about it for a micro second as the blood was rushing out of my brain, but I luckily snapped out of it, hung up, and kept on heading for home.
Has anyone actually met her? I fear that my pathetic need for a hot girl to touch my wiener will lead me back down this rabbit hole again.