The recovery sounded decent too. I really can't remember getting turned down like that many times (not that it didn't happen, I was just too drunk to remember) but the few times I can remember, I would just get pissed and rip into the chick.
One time in college my freshman year I hadn't hooked up in like a month or so, so things were getting desperate. My friend and I decided to go on "The Great Cunt Hunt" - got all dressed up, did my hair nice, and just went after the nani that evening. I remember we ended up hooking up with 2 chicks that were roommates, even though we weren't with each other when we met them. Anyway, I had this Italian chick from Long Island (terrible girls) named Nancy in my bed (top bunk bitches) and was making out and shit. I went to start the good old fingerblast going and she did the whole grab my wrist thing. Nigga what?! So I try again with the same results. "But I don't even know you", this dumb broad says. I sit up, look across the room at my clock on the floor and say, "Well then what the fuck are you doing in a stranger's room at 6am?! Get the fuck outta my bed!" Peaced the ho.
Of course, by my junior year I heard she was a bisexual, had both nipples pierced and was showing her big fat tits to everybody that asked. Where was God on that one, Curling?