So a couple years ago I met a white girl at work. We would go back and forth, and I couldn't tell if she was just being super nice or was sending choosing signals. Whenever she came in and saw me we would chop it up, so I assumed she was flirting and that I mighta had a shot. Didn't see a ring on her finger.
A few months later and I see her outside the gym. I've seen her pop up random places every few weeks or so since I first met her and she always speaks, laughs at dumb corny shyt I say, whatever. Now I had been felt some type of way and girl was low-key on my mind all the time. Usually I woulda been on my bytch shyt and just talked to her but not spit no game since I couldn't tell if she was choosing or thought we were just cool like that.
But at this point in time I'm the buffest I've ever been and the confidence is at an all time time. So when I see her after leaving the gym I ended up telling her (not asking) that Imma start going to the gym with her to get her right; I'm her new personal trainer. So we make plans to meet up the next day or two and a nikka was cheesing when he walked away like
So it's time to finally meet up, I get there, she's there, I'm checking her out and she's looking so right in them yoga pants.
(First L) From talking to her before I knew she had a kid and I was cool with that because I was simping hard and really wanted to pipe. Turns out she had a whole nikka and another kid and only mentioned dude to me for the first time once we inside the gym getting it started.
Now normally I would have just cut my losses and moved on, but she was excited to work out with a breh and I had already given her my word. Then I realized (
) this bish got some friends, and if I get in cool with her she can put me on game with one. Wrong. Only girl I ever met of hers she was low-key beefing with and the other broad had a dude too.
(Second L)
My dumbass shoulda really not pushed the envelope but them one gym shorty saw me with my "client" and started talking to me, asking me questions like 'are you a trainer', 'can you come help me with my form'. Now this other gym girl was a Instagram fitness thot that I had seen in the gym for months but had never said two words to me. Now all of a sudden she can see a nikka and knows what's up.
I realized that most people don't know I'm not smashing this broad, and when you're with a girl other girls seem to want to know what's up too. So I keep playing along and bringing ole girl to the gym. I later found out the Instathot was smashing a whole buncha dudes and I prolly coulda been one of them, but I'm focused too much on the broad I wasn't smashing and missed my shot.
(Third L)
Fast forward almost two months and this girl isn't really serious about working out. She shows up not having eaten shyt all day, or will skip a session last-minute depending on her schedule; she's not really making as much progress as I know she could, but she seemed cool with it. She ends up quitting the gym and I don't see or here from her for a good minute (it's August, she ends up texting me late the following January).
So she tells me she's ready to start up again, she dropped the ball, she's sorry but she had personal shyt going on. I'm still on my bullshyt thinking
I can still turn this L into a dub, just need to get her right and the get at her crew.
(Fourth L) So she ends up going with me for a couple of months and she's still on her bullshyt: will not show up sometimes, not making progress, etc. But always has a good attitude and always thanks me for my time. I'm getting annoyed as hell; she's not introducing me to the friends, she's not taking this gym shyt seriously: she's wasting my time, and her ass ain't making good progress.
Eventually she asks me if we can start going more often (from 3 to 4 or 5 times a week) and I actually laughed at her face like you barely show up regularly as it is and now all of a sudden you wanna go more often?
So maybe a week after that conversation she stops going altogether and I'm like
okay, cool, on to the next thing. But we still text back and forth, random shyt, sometimes I text her when I'm with other broads at the gym like "wish u were here
".
Turns out shyt wasn't sweet at home and she and old buddy are done. So I'm texting her one night and I end up shooting my shot and get hit with a soft no.
(Fifth L)
So when ole girl comes into work I see her but play it super cool. She tries to hit me with some bird babble but I gave the nod and kept it moving.
One day running errands I seen her with a bunch of cases of water. She's still weak and I wasn't doing shyt so I helped her load them in her car. She still friendly but I made very little small talk and kept pushing.
Shorty ends up moving away for work a few months after that, doesn't say goodbye, and a nikka never got to pipe.