bitch doesn't get her cutie katie preferred name!
basically, i think she is a big fat rubber chicken.
p.s. xo your commenting system.
look on the bright side, mate. i'd say that she loved the night & that she had every intention to do it again, but was hit by a truck or something.
yeah, y'know. that's probably it.
Perhaps you need to face a harsh reality: you may be a kisser who slobbers. Was she wiping her face off with her sleeve at the end of the night? That's not a good sign.
Either that or she's just plain evil.
It seems as if someone who is called Katie would have to be nice. Maybe that's why she had to TELL you to call her Katie, because she doesn't naturally posses a true Katie disposition.
Probably she looked you up on the internet afterwards and didn't like what she found.
Like, dogblogs. That can be creepy, you know. Real creepy. All those dogs.
First of all: everyone I've shown it to, including (actually, ESPECIALLY girls) love the dogblog. i think it's the online equivalent of having a dog in a park in terms of meeting women. except, in this case, you are the only person who has one.
There is a third gender to referee: gay men. If network television is to be believed. And is there any reason it shouldn't?
Actually, yes. Most gay guys I know who get personally involved in their fruit flies' love lives usually do so to the detriment of both straight parties... it seems to be a sick form of entertainment to them to make women even MORE confusing, and propagate awful lies about straight men and what they want.
But in terms of your specific problem here... I think your problem is still a lack of agressiveness tied to a hamletesque capacity for endless self-defeating interior monologues about what you should do. Sounds like she had to do most of the work here. Women HATE working (thats why we only pay them 70
cents on the dollar of course). But anyhow. Have a few stiff ones, snort a few lines, roll a j or two, and instead of hunkering down over a table of mozz sticks with friends to lament the state of romance, go out there, get the girl's number, take her out to someplace vaguely *UNwholesome* afterwards, and try to get as far as she'll let you.
Don't worry if this is cinematically romantic. Most of it won't be. But she will know you have a dick which at least partially controls your brain, and you can only be tamed by lots of good good lovin and plenty of follow up dates.
There's such a thing as being "too nice." Don't be that guy, man. Women hate something they can't complain about.
It's beginning to look a lot like Valentine's Day.
At college basketball games, when the visiting team does not appear to be living up to it's national ranking, I've heard that the racuous home crowd will often derisively chant "Oh!-ver!-ray!-ted!" at the players on the court.
This has become my default response to every person who gushes over how happy they are with their love life/significant other.
Chica be crazy. Well, not really, but this one is really interesting. I have heard this story already, but it is still interesting. Maybe she is seriously involved with someone (like, you know, engaged or something, like another story we know) and she just missed the fun of a first date. In which case she used you and there should be a special level of hell for those people (we can edit Dante's Inferno and add Canto VII.V level of bitches and dickheads where their eternal torment is each other's company, or something). OR something really did happen and she is hospitalized or something. OR she may just be mad crazy or something, in which case be happy that you got off easy...
Dave, dogg, no more commenting while drunk, or at least get your own blog!
I KID BECAUSE I LOVE
Dude, I wasn't drunk. Unless by drunk, you mean "drunk off the fermented fumes of bitterness that are my feelings towards romance."
But seriously dude. Think less. Play more.
The subtext here is that I was not looking for ADVICE so much as for people to get together and send me one of those Russian mail-order brides via Paypal or something.
Oh. OH! Oh oh oh oh oh.
OHhhhhhhhhh.
Sorry bout that, man. I'm kinda broke right now though, so I can't really chip in. But I mean, let me know if there's one I can abduct and brainwash for you... I'd do that as a favor! 
How much does that cost? Anyone? How much would we have to raise to order F-J here a mail order bride from a country of his choice.
I wanted a Russian one because I feel a deep-seated need to live out an Aqua Teen Hunger Force episode in real life.
i would just like to point out that jon actually called her very soon after their first date to invite her to do something specific for a second date, and called her a SECOND time after she didn't call back. he didn't actually make her work hard at all. she broke after the first use!
it's gotta be amnesia.
I don't think it was the date but this supports my own theory about girls called Kate - I've never met a nice girl called Kate, not genuinely. So I don't think it's personal to you.
Thank you for changing the comments. I KISS YOU
As for the ladee... I have no words of wisdom for you whatsoever. I have no idea.
Kates are bitches. Katies are winners, I must say! This girl has soiled our good name.
Perplexing and odd. I think the point about the kissing is a good one: sometimes girls wanna kiss, they do the kiss, and then something about the chemistry or something doesn't work.
Who knows what she was thinking?
Damn, doggs, but I am a pretty good kisser is the thing. This is an item that I know.
maybe she wanted an awful kisser. y'know, because if everything was perfect then things might just be too perfect.
Maybe she got hit by a car.
Or a bus.
Or MUNI.
Or that dude who hit on Noodle in the airport shuttle.
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