Too many princes

What rejection really means

I was at this thing the other day, a social event at a restaurant, and there were these two women there, they worked at Tokyo Disney, as princesses. Maybe in the nightly parade or some shows or something? I don’t know how it works. In any case, they were blond and blue eyed and beautiful. I flirted a bit, but figured out very early on that I wasn’t going to get anything going with them. Oh well. My fallback in that kind of circumstance is that I invite them to a comedy show. Like, if they’re not going to be lovers or friends, then maybe an audience.

I had walked away before telling them about when my next show was, so it was later in the evening, just before I was about to leave, that I went over to make mention of my shows as part of a goodbye. The princesses were talking to these two other guys, one older dude who had a daughter who was into Disney, and this younger guy, I think he was from Germany or something. Anyway, I eased into the conversation, just to say civil goodbyes and make my offhand invitation. They could not have been less interested in coming to a show. The one I was speaking to directly nodded her head, saying, “sure, yeah,” but without even a hint of taking a note on when or where the show was. So, whatever.

Anyway, I guess the way I had interjected into the conversation made the German dude feel like he was getting cock blocked, or that he wasn’t going to get anywhere, so he suddenly kind of leaves in a huff, and he says, “Well, it seems you’ve already got enough princes,” or something like that. As in, referencing the fact that they’re princesses, and everyone hitting on them is an aspiring prince.

It was a weird thing to say, but I get it. He basically felt that he wasn’t getting anywhere with these women, but he wants to believe it’s because of all the noise and traffic around him, all these other guys just making it hard for him to really get his game on. So he decides to cut out of the situation, and he wants to preserve his pride by letting us know that it’s his decision to give up on this, it’s not that he failed to get anywhere.

I let out a quick breath through my nose, the kind where you kind of laugh, but it’s more an expression of detached observation than real amusement. I kind of suspect the guy had no chance…