(09-21-2019, 05:03 AM)TruthSeeker Wrote: Pretty common experience. Happens in bars and clubs all the time.
I have never been a night life person, but my sister sure as hell was in her 20s. She would go out almost every week - sometimes multiple times - to bars, clubs and who knows here.
She remained single throughout all those years. And not because she didn't meet men, but because she was out with her girlfriends (a pack of bitches); and they were probably (I wasn't there.) rejecting every men who would come their way cause that's what women do.
When women are out in a group, it is really, really hard for a man to cut through as he has to appeal to almost all of them since women put their female friends above men.
A guy is more likely to push away his friends for a woman; women rarely do that.
The "bitch pack" anecdote reminds me of a time I was in the subway, stepped into a wagon and then this girl called me over to her group of girls. As I found out and could tell from the manner in which she called me over, she was the bossy mother hen of the pack. But once I got into the group and started connecting a little with the other girls, she turned hostile to me and ended up being the one to evict me from the group she herself had invited me to in the first place. None of the other girls had displayed any hint of enmity to me that I could detect.
Another time I slid a note to a cashier, who I knew had been checking me out at some point a good while before that when she thought I didn't see. She texted me in a couple of days or so, probably deliberating about me meanwhile with her friends. When I passed by her checkout again a couple of times she visibly lit up when she saw me as far as I could tell, especially one of the times, seemed friendly and even displayed curiosity about me in conversation face to face. But then she ghosted me anyway after a few text messages. After that I coincidentally passed by her friend a few times on the way to the store, and each time the friend gave me one of the most hateful glares I've received in my life. This friend would have no reason to look at me and no clue who I was except if the cashier I hit on had told her about me. I decided to ignore the cashier after she ghosted, but a few months later as I was checking out I could not avoid absentmindedly glancing in her direction as I was facing it from my checkout and looked up. She was already staring at me, with that same intensely hateful glare that her friend gave me. It felt so intensely hateful that it actually surprised me - I could really see the antipathy on her. I instinctively smiled a bit at her, but her staring expression didn't change. This was months after she ghosted, after which I had never texted her and never so much as cast a glance in her direction or gone near her.