1/09/2017

Try That Defense in Court

Story Sent in by Ben:

I met Greg at a salsa class. He was just learning how to do it and so I paired myself up with him to show him the ropes. He was a quick study and was really fun and so after the class was over we went out for a drink and wound up hooking up. We chatted a lot before, during, and after about what our expectations were. We both seemed to like each other (he made it clear he sought a relationship) and it appeared that we'd be seeing each other again.

We went on another date and it went fine. For our third time out together we returned to the salsa class. It was expected of course that we'd switch up partners during the class, but I was surprised and hurt to find Greg flirting really heavily with at least two other guys in the class. He even started kissing one's neck while they danced!

I took him aside and asked him what his deal was. He said in a voice that was way too loud, "It's not my fault! I want to sleep with everyone in here!"

Collective attention turned our way. I returned to the group to dance and to save what was left of my dignity, doing my best to ignore him. I left there without saying another word to him and for all I know he made his wish come true.

13 comments:

  1. Maybe he should have gone to a swing class instead?

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  2. Aww, I'm sorry OP :-(

    It gets better.

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  3. you met a subclass of dinner wh0re, the man wh0re. classically defined, the term refers to any man or woman who is a complete douche and cares little to not at all about the feelings of their past conquests while they hunt down future conquests. Man wh0res are a special breed of douche.

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    1. You're stealing one of my shticks again...

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    2. that's not everything you wish I'd comment do to your shtick

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    3. If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.

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  4. I'm sorry to say but"hook up"s rarely turn into a relationship.They always start out hot and heavy and burn out or go out with a bang.In ops case,it was the latter.Seems that Greg is a quixotic jerk.It's one think to be honest about not wanting to be monogamous but to lead someone on and then flirt with other people right in front of them is just,rude.Ben did the right thing by just ignoring his behavior and not feeding into Greg's crap.Op left with dignity unlike Greg who left with his next empty promise and a cloud of unfound shame hanging over him.

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  5. Ben, Greg did want a relationship! And another relationship! And another! And even another!

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  6. Archie Girl, one of those wives is at least a five.

    OP, I can't believe you let one dude run you out of the class after just a couple dates. You were there first! Go back! Run him out! You should sleep with everyone there, that'll teach him!

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    1. Yeah OP, if you collect all the STD's first, there won't be any left for him! That'll teach him!

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    2. Gotta catch 'em all!

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  7. I guess the thing that hurts more is OP's ego... All the attention Greg gave him made him feel special, unique. This would make anyone feel great.ade him feel that he's got it. But then, OP realised Greg would have slept with anyone, fat or slim, good looking or ugly. Sudden realisation that he might himself be nothing special... I sympathise!

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