{"id":35,"date":"2009-03-01T18:32:29","date_gmt":"2009-03-02T01:32:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/?p=35"},"modified":"2025-05-23T17:34:21","modified_gmt":"2025-05-23T22:34:21","slug":"wednesday-february-25th","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wednesday-february-25th\/","title":{"rendered":"Wednesday, February 25th"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Dear Poor Lucky Me,<br \/>\nI was recently at bar for my good friend&#8217;s birthday party, and one of her friends who I had taken out on a date about 6 months ago was also in attendance. We had a great time on our date, so I thought, but for some reason we didn&#8217;t go on another. I hadn&#8217;t seen her since we went out, and I was trying to strike up some small talk with her about a play I had just seen (she works for the company who produced it) when she abruptly stops our conversation. She puts her hand on my shoulder and says &#8220;Look at the person on your left.&#8221; I look, it&#8217;s my roommate. She continues &#8220;that&#8217;s who you&#8217;re going home with tonight.&#8221; I playfully suggest that he&#8217;s probably going home with his girlfriend. She says &#8220;then look to the person on your right.&#8221; Nobody is there. With a snarky look she quips &#8220;that&#8217;s right,&#8221; and snaps her head around and walks away. I&#8217;m left there sort of confused and completely sand-bagged, wondering why this bitch be trippin&#8217;. To get one thing out of the way, I definitely was not trying to flirt with her. And for the record, I had treated her to a really nice dinner and a hilarious comedy show on our date.<\/p>\n<p>I may see her again at an upcoming function thrown by our mutual friend.  How should I handle any future encounters?<\/p>\n<p>Sincerely,<\/p>\n<p>Wondering Why This Bitch be Trippin&#8217;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Dear Wondering,<br \/>\nBased on the follow up encounter you had, it sounds like you dodged a bullet by not calling this ho. &#8220;That&#8217;s who you&#8217;re going home with tonight&#8221;? Snap.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Well, here are a couple of important things to note: a) This girl would definitely do sexy times on you if you want. All it would take is one phone call and a short series of put-downs\/compliment cycles. Crazy girls love that; it makes them horny to be jerked around. b) This girl&#8217;s version of reality is never going to sync up with your version of reality, so you should just get used to taking a vacation to crazy town when she&#8217;s around. Don&#8217;t worry, anyone who knows her already knows that she&#8217;s dumb\/crazy\/annoying\/horny so you don&#8217;t have to worry about your street cred.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>In the future, you have to come out of the gate swinging. It&#8217;s important to be hyper-aggressive when you&#8217;re in uncomfortable social situations. When you see her, charge up to her and say &#8220;Thanks for using me for a good time, then not even having the courtesy to call me after our date. Really, I expected a lot more from a girl like you.&#8221; Then look down at your hands, and shuffle your feet back and forth. When she tries to reply, keep interrupting her and just say &#8220;I was hurt. I was really hurt. You used me&#8221; until she&#8217;s noticeably worn down. If you can whip up some tears to really make a scene, I say go for it. There is nothing wrong with causing a scene to stick it to someone.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Sincerely,<br \/>\nPoor Lucky Me <\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Dear Poor Lucky Me, I was recently at bar for my good friend&#8217;s birthday party, and one of her friends who I had taken out on a date about 6 months ago was also in attendance. We had a great time on our date, so I thought, but for some reason we didn&#8217;t go on &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wednesday-february-25th\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Wednesday, February 25th&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[16,15,13,14],"class_list":["post-35","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-causing-a-scene","tag-crazy","tag-dating","tag-ho"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=35"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3852,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35\/revisions\/3852"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=35"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=35"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=35"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}