I'd think, 'I must have been drunk dialing?' because one thing I have never done nor will ever do is contact a guy to have sex. The overwhelming availability of penis in my market does not breed such desperation in this kitty.
But for argument sake lets say I was drunk and called a guy for a second round and he shot me down. Apart from thinking his church pastor convinced him it was possible and I was some failed gay experiment at turning straight I imagine I could simply walk to campus or into a club, etc., and up to a random group of men and say, "do any of you want to have sex with me?" Not that I'd ever entertain such an idea as I'm not one for the one-night stand or sex with strangers it's just, ego saved. The fact is I'd never have to do that because I know full well what the answer(s) to such a lascivious inquiry would be.
I know this all sounds completely pompous and you may think I have the ego the size of a planet but the truth is that's the way it is for most women. We really don't have to go far or make much of an effort to get sex. So if a guy shot me down, although I'd be a bit perplexed at what his malfunction was, due to the obvious, that I'm fucking dynamite in bed, I'd simply get up, dust myself off, and find another ride. And in my town babydoll that means sticking my thumb out for nanosecond before the next one pulled over.