I'm a pretty loud person. I have a big...huge personality. I am friendly, I can be very rude. I tend to laugh and smile excessively. I am a pretty "go-with-the-flow" kind of guy. I don't really care about to many things as far as interactions between me and others. However, the things that I do care about, mean a lot to me. One of those things is commitment to your word. Especially with girls.
Guy meets girl. Girl likes guy. Guy gets number. Guy and girl chat. Guy makes plan with girl for two days in advance, or w/e. Girl says yes. Guy texts girl two days later. Girl is noncommittal now. Girl is unsure if she is going out. Guy is frustrated. Guy keeps plans. Girl makes other plans. Guy finds out to late.
This. Pisses. Me. Off. That is why I make plans that can either involve or not involve said girl. I plan to have fun every time I go out. It's up to them if they want to join in on that fun. shrug If they don't... So be it. I meet plenty of new people every time I go out.
I love my life. Seriously. I was blessed. (Here goes my arrogance rant.) I was blessed with decently handsome features. I have worked my ass off (figuratively and literally). I am in shape, fit. I was blessed with not being shy. I am a good talker. I laugh and smile incessantly. I love eye contact. In essence, I was gifted and attained a persona which allows me to meet nearly anyone, talk about nearly anything and I love myself. You may think I'm conceited and narcissistic, and you're probably right. I ask you though: What is so wrong with love yourself? If I don't love myself, why should anyone else? If I don't love spending time with myself, why should anyone else want to? At the end of the night, (a la Frank Sinatra from Robin and the 7 Hoods) I've always got myself to hang out with.