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I have always regarded myself as a casanova, the type of man that ladies could not resist because of my charm, wits, confidence, and good looks. I successfully got quite a number of women into my bed because they simply could not resist me.
Now, there's a new girl in my neighborhood that just moved in last week and all the guys in the hood have all been vying to get her attention and a roll in the sack, and the other guys agreed that I had the best chance out of them all.
I went to her condo the day she moved in and made some small talk, introduced myself, welcomed her to the hood, flashed my most charming smile, made sure to laugh appropriately when she said anything remotely funny, then I told her that if she ever needed anything, she should come to me, she promised to pay me a visit when she was less busy. This was going slower than I imagined, but as a bad sharp guy with international experience in "womenology", I was unperturbed.
I called her two days later to ask her out to see a movie and she agreed, great. Now, that's more like it. I got to her apartment five minutes early, looking my best, and she was looking resplendent in her blue tight-fitting gown and I had a moment of blood rush.
Unknown to me, I was unaware that she had a pitbull and for all my macho, I was deathly scared of dogs, I literally screamed and ran back to my car while she was laughing so much because the pitbull wasn't even interested in me. It was so humiliating for me and I have never felt so embarrassed in my life.
