About 4 years ago I went to a party, met this very cute girl and ended up getting her number about 3/4 way through the evening. Later, people were loitering outside as the party was wrapping up. From a distance I saw her giving out her number to a roided up asian guy and being all touchy-feely with him before getting into a taxi with her friends. Like an idiot I still tried to meet up with her -- I set up a date via text a week later, only to have her bail 20min beforehand as I was en route to the coffee shop we were supposed to meet at.
Saw the same girl at a NYE party a few days ago. From a distance she looked the same, but up close it looked like Father Time took a belt sander to her face. I don't know if she's a smoker or a boozer or what, but she had aged very badly -- sagging double chin, wrinkles, bit of a muffin top. Make-up caked on thick in a vain attempt to cover it all up. She emanated desperation, it was painfully obvious that she was "single and available".
A couple hours into the night she came over and spoke to me. Still working the same shit retail job, still into her shit 'photography' hobby, complaining about her friends being busy with husbands/kids/travel/careers, being broke, etc. In the middle of all that she also worked in a half-hearted apology for ghosting me. Yeah, thanks.
Later in evening, more tipsy this time, she came up to me apologized again. She kept insisting that she "owed me" and that "she'd have to make it up to me". Hmmm...... later still, she finally made her boozy pass at me. Drunk as a skunk, she burbles that she has to tell me a secret. She leans in and whispers "Ryan Seacrest always makes me horny." He was on a TV on mute near us.
It made for a funny moment. I remember feeling so dejected driving home from the coffee shop after she ghosted me. Now she was practically throwing herself at me and it was disgusting.
Not much to tell beyond that. I didn't bang her for obvious reasons.