Greedy and the playa' mentality

I am not suave. I do not have any game; yet I try. A wise man once said a bird in the hand is better than two in the bush.

I have one said love/sex interest....let's call him V. I also have the talk big, yet to follow thru, boy tease of yester year (you know the one you wanted to do but never did)...we'll call him "The Kid".

On a unassuming, average, Wednesday night I had plans to have dinner with V and perhaps some post meal nookie, when The Kid called. After much postering and bad innuendo he had a plan to be at my house until morning. Ok...so I figure out a way to make dinner, decline previous nookie routine and make it home for my own new, action figure, collector's item moment with the The Kid.
9:00 pm - Dinner goes fine, a lot of tension and suggestion, but I do not capitalize on it as I'm playing the game and saving up for the night ahead.

10:00 pm - I manage to make it home make the call and NOTHING! No text reply...No phone....Nulla nulla.

10:30 pm - ants in my pants...Nil.

11:00 pm - I have a drink, call leave message and wait.

11:44 pm - I am now intoxicated and dirty talking on the messages.

12:12 am - Thinking...I am not getting any bone tonite, and I'm drunk, and alone...with my cats.

I begin to drunk cry/laugh in the discovery that greed and playing the game sux and leaves the bed empty all around.

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