I will start off by apologizing for anyone I have used this on, regardless of whether or not it worked. I’ll also say that I don’t do this anymore. It was great at Whitman where you know everyone and they know you. At random house parties, with random people, it is much much less effective. Plus, I just don’t do this anymore because I’m nicer now. I swear.
Again, I apologize.
Wow, I’m a douchebag.
But for real, I used that a LOT in college and 90% of the time, I struck out. A big, big, BIG problem was that I was often hitting on straight girls. I had way better luck with the ones that were actually gay.
Hitting on straight girls after college was always amusing because they had no idea I was gay. Here I am, making a new friend and impressing their socks off and suddenly they realize… You can actually see the epiphany in their faces. If I was doing a good job, that often then led to confusion. I could actually see them recognize what was happening and whether or not they were about to go with it or whether they should run away.
I’ve never had anyone run away but I never actually convinced a straight girl to give gay a shot for an evening. I struck out every single time. And I’d do it again. And again. Zero shame.
Rejection is a silly word because, yes, this girl is not interested in making out with me but why? There could be a million and a half reasons and I don’t know why. I don’t need to know why. It’s not because I’m not awesome. There are plenty of people I don’t want to make out with. It’s not the end of the world. Life goes on. You are no better or worse after the “rejection” takes place. So, no point in being afraid of it. Hell, I get rejected all the time.
So, I’m sorry if I’ve tried this on you. I swear I’m a good person. Feel free to scold me in the comments below. I deserve it. But recognize, I am a romantic and always looking for love. Who know what we could’ve found…
Special note that I never once had sex in college so my idea of winning at this game was a makeout session. It reads as total douche and then you remember college Kim was weirdly chaste and innocent. Strange, I know.
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You are incredible.
If it makes you feel any better, I wanted to bone you! :)
I read this a while ago and huffed at it and felt affronted, but apparently it stuck with me because I just went through all your blog posts to find it again. You did do this on me. Word for word. And it did work. You came into my room, away from the party "so we'd be able to hear each other," we finished a bottle of Jack I kept under the bed, and you made me feel like the specialest. That's right, the specialEST. Not specialist. Anyway, we made out. But suddenly you had to leave, but I was semi-hosting the party so I couldn't, and then the next day you didn't recognize me. It sucked.
But this post does kinda make up for it. I mean, a little bit. Because now, months after reading this and years after my actual experience with it, I'm connecting it to many relationships I've been seeing around me. It happens all over the place, where this kind of focused attention can totally hook a person, and then so long as that kind of charming pops up every once in a while you've got a loyal follower who will put up with a lot just in the hope they'll see that side soon. It's conditioning and behaviorism and so easily feeds into domestic/dating abuse and is... you know, interesting. Thanks for owning up, and thanks for not being that way anymore.
College was a time where I felt drinking too much and hooking up were not only acceptable forms of behavior but revered. Indeed, I was young and newly out and bubbling with a confidence I currently still possess. Luckily, the passing of time has taught me that people have feelings, not everyone is on the same page and The Pick-Up Artist was not actually "helpful" to watch.
Beneath all of that bravado, I still would never do more than make out with anyone I set my sights on. There was always a closet romantic hiding underneath, I just had to be truly bold enough to admit it and seek something of more value. It's still something I struggle with to this day. But hey, we accept the love we think we deserve...
I'm sorry for the pain I caused you. It was definitely unintentional.