I've gotten something like 9 #-closes in the last 4 or 5 days. Opening and getting numbers isn't hard to do but I'm about ready to give up.

I text, they text back, aaaaaand it goes nowhere.

Of those 9, one was super interested. Two days ago we set up a coffee date for tomorrow and she seemed totally down. I told her I'd talk to her sometime sooner to the date to make sure plans haven't changed. I didn't text her at all yesterday. Hit her up not too long ago to make sure we're still a go.

She flaked due to a friend being in town from Cali, but offered no reschedule and was almost short texting me. Didn't even seem remotely interested and nothing near what she had been two days ago.

This is starting to really fucking aggravate me. It eats at me more too because every guy I meet just assumes that I have pussy on tap constantly because I'm an extremely skilled sleight of hand magician. It comes up at least once a night at the bars I perform at and it just adds salt to the wound. I'm starting to fucking hate myself.

edit: despite the last sentence, I never let that be known. The girl who flaked told me two days ago that I seemed like such a happy person and she needed that in her life.