Living in Las Vegas affords me many opportunities to enact this clause at any given moment. The girls here are known for this, so it's expected. Just to put it in perspective, on any given night you might here the word "flake" more than the words "and", "the", and "about". Seriously, it's that common. That being said, allow me to express my extreme distaste for flakedom. If you're a flake then you're the scourge of society. Your word means absolutely nothing, and all we have is our word, right? Wrong. Flakes don't care about their words. They rely completely on 1. Being so dang hot that people let it slide, 2. The general myst that surrounds Las Vegas that somehow has an understood taste for flakedom, and 3. A complete lack of morals because real people don't get away with this anywhere else for long.
So let me tell you about "Joann"...
I liked Joann from the day I met her. She seemed completely fun, really outgoing, and self sufficient. We met randomly at a DJ gig I had with a friend. It turned out that she had a boyfriend at the time. Anyways, to make a long story short, she must've got out of that relationship because we somehow started talking. But it was weird, because when two people are supposedly interested in each other, they're supposed to see each other IRL (in real life), right? Well that wasn't the case here.
Before I tell you this next portion, allow me to tell you a little about myself. I consider myself a reasonable person. I've been blessed to be somewhat successful in my ventures on this Earth. Part of that is getting lucky, but mostly it came from hard work. I like things like hiking, drinking, DJing, going to the pool, etc... completely normal, right? Yes, I think so. I have never been called a psycho, stalker, or anything of the like. If I was to ever get the cold shoulder from a girl, then I can take a hint and move along... no problem. Capish?
Unfortunately, I really liked Joann. She kept stringing me out though. Has anyone ever dealt with this but me? She would text, "Hey let's hang out tonight!" and I would text her back something like, "Ok when?". Then I wouldn't get an answer back until like 3am with something like, "Oh hey sorry I never got back to you. I'm tired and going home." So this went on for like 2 months, and in the meantime I like hardly acknowledge her. Basically I chalked her up to good intentions with flakish tendencies. Why do we always give crappy people like this the benefit of the doubt? That has to be part of the problem. So to continue the story, Joann ends up asking me out on a date-thing and we go out to dinner, have some drinks, and then meet up with some people we mutually know for more drinks. It turned out to be a pretty great night... but then it's back to the text game. I thought we made some head-way, but i guess not. In the end, I want my $200 that I spent on her back.
Clause #51 is really easy to use in a conversation. The best thing is, you can tell your friends that you know the chick is a Flakasuarus Rex without her even knowing. Cool huh? I thought so.
Just Sayin' -T
This was just received from the guilty party:
Jul 11, 2008 1:45 PMi never thought you'd call me out to be a crappy person but you did and i'm not all that surprised. and, $200? c'mon. you did not spend that much on me.
flattered that you'd use me as an example to your thesis, but i dont see myself any different than what you do and the games that you play ;)
Flattered you read my blog, really. In response, I'd like to say a few things:
1. Lucky for us, there is only two people on the planet that know who I'm referring to in these short stories. Actually it's not luck at all. I am just that classy not to say names.
2. Unfortunately my content has to be about SOMETHING. Sorry! Go figure.
3. I hope you would never put me in the same category as your flakedom and games, as you referred to in your comment to me. There is no comparison, and I have always tried to do right by you.
In the end, I'm glad you got to see my side of the story. Perhaps you could use it as fuel to change? Your choice.
Actually saw something in that one, but it looks as though another one is biting the Vegas dust. Also, I checked back on my old credit card statements, and in total I spent $212.46... Guess I was being conservative. -T