
How so?
We were mates for about 2 years, regularly went out for beers etc. He was a decent bloke, a dentist student and minted (family crest) but didn't really have that much luck with the ladies. He wasn't socially that bad but never really seemed to pull. In that time period I think he went back with about 4 women, which to be fair makes his desperation pretty understandable and why I was patient with him for so long.
In one Jan he came back and said he'd heard of this pulling book. Thought it was a big joke but sure enough he showed a hardback copy with post it notes sticking out the side (?!?!).
From then on whenever we went out he started trying to do stupid things from the book. I don't mean just the cheesy openers, if you've read it you'll know what I'm talking about. This of course, successfully ruined any chance we BOTH had with the ladies which was ****ing annoying. However he started doing it to my female friends which as you can imagine was an issue especially when he didn't give it up. He also started doing it to my fellow course mates and potentially future colleagues - which after a few months was just not on.
Having sat down with him to have a quiet word he just laughed it off. The last part was a problem, and he seemingly didn't give a toss about how he was acting while out on the slosh - after all it wasn't his own friends and course mates. I looked at the book and pointed out the differences between him and Neil Strauss. He was a student and wasn't that good looking (in fairness to him he had Crohn's disease so pretty much look wasted all the time). Neil Strauss was already a published journalist/author and average looking. Still this didn't really stop him and so eventually just stopped picking up his phone calls.
In the ten months I put up with his crap and an apology never forth coming I just stopped picking up the phone (on a Friday and Saturday night only). The fact he kept ringing me for about 3 months - seriously that long - meant I wasn't the only one who got sick of him.
Pity really. But a combo of his desperation, (alcohol) and that book killed the fact we were mates. Still, life goes on, gotta get rid of idiots like that.