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I’ve been reading Roosh V’s amazing book Bang recently and in it, he tells the story of his all time worst rejection. I don’t think that anyone can top Roosh’s worst rejection, but the idea of sharing worst possible scenarios seems like a decent way to help each other through approach anxiety.
Here’s my worst rejection:
2 years ago on my birthday I head to a local club with a bunch of friends. Early in the night I open a girl and have a nice conversation (After a month of email courting I wind up dating her) but she leaves and I proceed to drink myself silly.
I’m quite drunk, and quite confident from my earlier email close, so I grab my brother and hit up the dance floor. I usually stay off the dance floor but there was a hot brunette on there that I thought kept giving me the eye.
So now I’m on the dance floor doing my thing and I keep checking out the brunette (and assume that she’s checking me out.)
After about 5 minutes of blatantly staring at her I dance my way over to her…Â I shake my hips a little bit in front of her and then open my mouth to say “hi.”
Before I can even finish my sentence she cuts me off and says “Don’t waste your time. You just embarrassed yourself on the dance floor, don’t embarrass yourself trying to talk to me.” And she turned her back to me and walked away.
I was shocked. I had never been so cruelly rejected in my entire life.
…Now what I did after that I don’t recommend ever trying as it may end in a hefty fine or possible court date… but after going back over to my brother and explaining what happened with the brunette…. he got me extremely fired up. I was already pretty fucking hammered from a night of birthday shots… and with my ego shattered I needed a quick way to feel better about myself.
The brunette was now standing at the bar facing her friend talking. I walked over and stood behind her and ordered a drink from the bartender. Her back was to me so she had no clue that I was there. So I pull my dick out through the zipper of my pants and proceed to pee all over her leg.
By the time she realizes her leg is getting soaked and turns around, I’ve already put my dick back in my pants and I pretend that I’ve just spilled a drink on her.
She rolls her eyes into her head and mumbles “loser” or something like that.
I will admit that peeing on her leg made me feel quite good about myself and the rejection. What was initially a confidence shattering rejection, quickly became a legendary story that is still told with laughter around my circle of friends.
Since that day, I’ve never come close to experiencing a rejection as cruel. But to tell you the truth it wouldn’t bother me one bit if I did. I think the way the girl handled my approach says a lot more about her character than it does about mine.
So how about sharing some of your worst rejection stories???????????
And if you want to read about an even worse rejection check out Bang you’ll laugh you’re self silly.
May 30, 2008
you pissed on her leg??? LMAO!!!! you’re crazy.
my worst rejection had to be when I was a nerdy kid in high school…the 10th grade to be exact. I had this female friend who I had the biggest crush on and all my friends knew this. One day while in class my friend turns around and tells me “hey, do you want me to tell her” because she was sitting in the row right next to him..I say, “no, what are you crazy?”…my friend, being the smart one strikes up a conversation about who would end up dating who in school. After about 4 minutes I become convinced and I tell him to ask her if she would date me….when he does, she answers with a strong and loud “HELL NO!!!” the class proceeds to then laugh and I proceed to shrink into the desk….yea, that has to be the worst one for me…
-KillSwitch
May 30, 2008
I don’t know how to reject, but I know how to run. I’m the mixed-signals, change-cel-number, drop-me-off-3-blocks-from-my-place kind of girl. XD
My biggest rejection was in a bar. My sensors were way off as I’ve had a ‘few’ margaritas. I approached this soo hot guy just for some lame hello, and he cut me off as I was approaching. “Forget it girl, I’m not your market” and proceeded to French kiss this equally hot guy to his right. I did a “bye!” and turned around on the spot.
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May 30, 2008
i dont have any rejection stories against me. but once i was pretty mean to a guy at a bar. to be fair, he was acting like an ass, too, so i didnt feel too bad. this is the meanest i have ever been:
so i was just 21, and at a pretty busy bar that another bartender and i were regulars at (in colorado). it was packed, but i had planted myself off in the corner sitting at the bar and was playing touch-screen while waiting to get drunk. i guess a crowd of people saw how quickly the bartender was getting drinks for me and decided it would be a good area to stand and order drinks at. i was getting jostled a bit, but no biggie, until this one dude kept leaning up against the bar, even standing on the back of my chair, standing over my head, and bumping me with his arm. when he bumped me hard enough to hit my head against the touch-screen, i turned to him and said something like “excuse me, could you stop bumping me? you must have hit me a thousand times now!” i didnt say it rude or anything, i was trying to joke around with the guy. but then he gives me some dirty look that lingered on my cleavage and replied “ha! just like a woman to exaggerate everything!”
i was shocked! that was NOT the normal response. even the most insecure guy would apologize and offer to buy me a drink or something. so why would his first response be some negative comment on the fact that i was female?? does he have women issues or what?
then it hit me! “you must not get laid a lot.”
now HE was shocked. he flustered a little, then said “i get tons of girls” me: “uh-huh” him: “no, really, why would you say that? i can prove it! wanna see the numbers in my phone?” me: giggle “no, thanks, thats cool. whatever you say, man”
he stormed off all flustered. then he came back a few minutes later! he said “i cant believe you said that to me!”" so i said “i cant believe you came BACK! see ya!”
yeah, it was pretty mean. it really upset him. im sure he had some great argument all worked out when he came back, and i didnt even let him use it.
May 31, 2008
Peed on her leg?! Holy crap!
Here’s mine:
Trying out this game stuff for the very first time last summer. Saw a latina girl and her black friend at a local 18+ club.
Went over to them. Tried out the Maury Povich opener.
In the middle of it, latina girl started laughing. Probably b/c she thought this was a sad attempt at talking to her.
Then the black chick got all Mother Hen.
She took her index and middle fingers, held them up, put them on my front body area under the chest but above the stomach (more specifically the area where you would thrust for the heimlich meneuver) and she said “Okay, you’ve had enough.”
And she pushed me away.
I had the liberty of sharing this story with Neil Strauss himself.
-Seraf
June 1, 2008
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June 3, 2008
I met this girl online and we talked for about 3 years. She lived in Italy, I live in Ohio. One day she mentions she is heading to California and wants me to tour L.A. with her (sightseeing). I agreed, payed for my plane ticket, rented a car (Chrysler Sebring convertible) and met up with her a few months later when it was time. The whole trip, I must say, was interesting. She was vegan, Im a carnivore. But I sucked it up and ate Vegan, didn’t even drink anything carbonated or anything while I was there. All the while we seemed pretty close, I would always hold hands with her and she would be sweet. Near the end of the vacation, I finally pulled her aside away from her sister and her cousin who went there with her and told her how I felt. I told her I really cared for her and wanted to be with her. She had the look of “Awwww, thats so cute.”
However, that is the only thing it amounted to. Her response was: “When I said I loved you, I meant it how a good friend would say they love each other. I’m sorry.” Imagine spending thousands of dollars and buying her meals at a Vegan restaurant/store/whatever and everything short of kissing the ground she walked on, only to realize you were led on for 3 years.
Great times. We lost touch after that gradually.
June 3, 2008
The Zen version of this article: “I think the way the girl handled my approach says a lot more about her character than it does about mine.”
This goes back to the ‘How to be an Alpha Male’ post. See http://www.theseductionbible.com/2008/05/25/how-to-be-an-alpha-male/
Live in your own reality and invite her to join. If she doesn’t, its her loss.Developing that belief system is a real help in this game.
June 9, 2008
I was down in Texas and decided to open a two-set. I planned on using a new opinion opener I had made up so I roll in.
Me: “Hey, I need an–”
Girl: “Get the FUCK away from us.”
Me: “… Huh? I haven’t even–”
Girl: “GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM US!”
The girl starts screaming at the top of her lungs and shoving me. My buddy is like, “Dude, what did you say?” I’m like, “NOTHING!” Then some random meat-heads walk over and are like, “dude, I think it’s time for you to leave.” I tell them I didn’t even say anything to her. But no one seemed to believe me. It was pretty fucked up. That fucked with my head for the rest of the night.
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June 10, 2008
you should have told her it was piss before you left! i would have
June 11, 2008
haha now i know why girls call guys DOGS…
July 1, 2009
To be honest, I probably deserved this reaction. I was 14 at the time. Me and a friend who almost always lands a hot girl thought it would be fun to go to a store and see how many numbers we could get from random women. I thought, hell why not? It’ll be a good experience. I’ve been complimented on my looks before, so I had a decent amount of confidence, but I lacked the experience. I didn’t know what to say. I had, what I thought, an elaborate fail-proof speech already in my head to spit out. I had read articles about dating, attracting women, etc. and I thought I was ready to try it out. I had the image, I pictured how it would all go down, what to say, what she would say, and so on. When I stepped up to the plate, it was a completely different story. It was a new feeling, I was out of my comfort zone and I made the girl feel equally uncomfortable. Mistake No. 1: I read that you should approach a girl briskly, to let her know you had the confidence to go after what you want or something like that. I was a little TOO brisk, almost a jog; she noticed I was coming towards her, she sped up a little, and like a psycho I walked even faster to catch up. Mistake No. 2: She was at the lingerie section looking at bras. Guess what? I stood next to her and instead of immediately talking to her, I froze, got scared, and turned to fumble to whatever she was looking at. At the time, I didn’t know she was at the lingerie section. I was in pimp mode, she was the only thing I was focused on. I grabbed a bra, and I thought to myself, “Crap, what am I gonna do now? She must think I’m crazy.” I somehow mustered a smile and introduced myself to her. She smiled back, she wasn’t freaked out, to my astonishment. My memorized speech had eluded me, sweat beads started forming on my face, I looked up; I saw a sign that read, “New Items” or something to that effect. Like a genius I said these disgusting words that still haunt my dreams to this day: “I’m new around here. Is there anything to do around here?” Holy crap, that came out my mouth, is that all you could come up with, I thought to myself. This pretty girl looked confused, the guy that approached her was a complete wuss. I tried my hardest to form a fragment of a conversation, but I dug myself into a deeper hole to which I couldn’t escape. After an exchange of forced, uncomfortable words spoken with gradually less and less confidence she immediately came out of the blue and said, “Good luck.” and ran like an NFL running back, zigzagging and cutting corners and finally bursting into full speed with smooth, elegant strides to the exit. I learned the fundamentals of sprinting and was able to improve my form, and later joined the track team the following year.
July 1, 2009
Great story Drew!