Before the days of Tinder were Neil Strauss and leagues of guys trying (mostly failing) to sarge, AMOG, and peacock all night long. This night started out like many others….approaching random girls, walking back empty handed, and laughing about the latest rejection. Hope was getting low, and I was starting to think this night may just end with late night pizza and binge watching Lost (yes, I was serious about this being before the days of Tinder).
Then, a girl I used to hook up with walks into the bar. 5’2″, 115lbs, nice round tits, short dark hair, 26 at the time, and the sweetest smile you’ll ever see. She was the type of girl you’d never think twice about introducing to your parents…she was smart, successful in her career, fun to be around, and down to earth.
I was excited to see her, but was pretty sure that feeling was not mutual. Brief history: we hooked up for 5 months after meeting at a mutual friend’s party. The sex was mind-blowing, but we weren’t in a relationship. I had just gotten out of a long-term relationship, so I made it clear that I wasn’t ready for for another commitment. After a night out (not with her), she calls me the next day and was like “Sooo…who was that girl on 3rd ave?” We didn’t see each other after that.