I was going through a "feeling out" phase with 2 women. About 2 weeks in, one of them insisted on spending the night. I stupidly let her (though it was a blast), and the next morning the other one calls me. This was before cell phones. I had to answer, since I didn't want the one who was still in my bed to hear number 2 leaving a message, so I go out in the hall to take the call. I talked very quietly, and the one on the phone became suspicious. It didn't happen right there, but both of them basically dumped me at the same time, with a "you can have her...".
Oh, well, I don't think either of them would have lasted and I'm happy with my wife of 17 years.
Be vewwy careful...
HAR!!!
Story of my very first serious live-in GF, condensed for brevity (hopefully)...
I'd been sorta kinda "stalking" her for almost a year, said "stalking" consisting of nothing creepier than just going into the drugstore where she worked for any excuse possible to buy whatever, so I could talk to her.
She wore the same stupid pink Snyder Drug Store smock every day but I just had a gut feeling she looked really really good under that smock, and she was just flat out adorable anyway.
I wasn't getting anywhere, or so I THOUGHT, so I started putting myself out there a little more, which was easy being in a band, and actively trying to flirt with more girls. I was having some "success" with this but I wanted a GIRLFRIEND at this point, not just a booty call. I had started getting that out of my system and now I wanted more than that.
All of a sudden I mustered up the courage to just come out with it and make a play for the Snyder's Drugstore girl and tell her I really wanted to go out with her and get to know her better. And holy krap, it worked, much to my surprise.
We went to a concert, she was nervous and didn't say much, so I thought I'd bombed out and didn't get back to her for about a month. Then she shows up at a local watering hole, and there I was, playing the flirty guy thing and landing another girl on the hook and suddenly "SHE" is right there, with "the look".
What's my problem, she wanted to know, I took her out and then just skipped out and never called, why...?
Oh, so you're more interested in that bitch, are you?
Uh ohhhh, I had to act quick because I really really wanted Miss Snyder Drugstore girl badly, and she was looking DAMN good without that pink smock, better than I ever expected.
Nope, shot down, nothing doing, she was gone, and so was my other prospect.
Then finally, three weeks late I mustered up the guts to walk back into Snyder's and spent her lunch break trying to weasel my way back into her good graces.
The gambit worked...well, for about five years anyway.