The village idiot of Las Vegas strikes out again...

The other night I went to the SLS for a drink. It didn't take long to hone in on something. I was for sure she was interested:

"Maybe if you are not doing anything this weekend, we could hang out. Go see a movie or get something to eat. What do you say?" You don't know if you don't ask, that's what I've always been told. "This weekend isn't good for me," she says, "I have some friends coming to town and it just won't work...Sorry." I still feel a vibe, so I say - "Well, if this weekend doesn't work out, how about next weekend or some time during the week? My mother doesn't care if I stay out late on a school night. I am flexible."

She snickers a bit after the line, and says, "I am pretty sure I will be busy all week and next weekend as well...Sorry," - OK, now she has rebuffed my advances twice. Third times a charm - Right? Plus, I could still feel a vibe - "OK, well maybe not next weekend, but what about the weekend after that?" I say, "I'm pretty sure I can find time. Why don't you give me your number and I will call you than," she shrugs her shoulders, rolls her eyes and says, "Dude, you seem a little lax to catch on. So I am going to say this as politely as possible - I am not interested in going out with you at all! Not next week! Not two weeks from now! Not interested ever! Is that easy enough for you to understand?" -- she promptly finishes the twelve dollar drink I bought for her, tells me thanks, gets up from the table and walks away.