I will employ my own Cone of Silence now, between myself and the readers of this blog, and talk frankly about Schmaylor Schmift. In late February, Schmaylor became a thing again for me. By March I figured she might have actually taken something of an interest in me, romantic or otherwise. If one wants to go back to those blog posts of February, March, and April of this year, they will see that I bring up the subject of a woman who first came at me in an aggressive, adversarial manner, but later took an interest in me based on how I managed all of that bad behavior on their part.
I made it very, very clear that I didn't think that my immediate acceptance of this type of woman would work out very well. I spoke from experience on this. I basically stood out on the runway of my heart and waved off any landings on it from such a party. I said that I could possibly be platonic friends with such a person, at best, for a period of several months, and only AFTER such a probationary period, would I even possibly consider dating such a person as Schmaylor. I totally take seriously the possibility that Schmaylor came at me in an adversarial, aggressive manner, starting in 2016, and I guessed that she stood totally unwilling to relent from this posture only until late February of this year.
As it became apparent soon after those posts in March that Schmaylor found herself recently single, that opened up a can of worms for me. In those posts of February, March, and April, I said a period of time where someone such as Schmaylor and I were just friends would allow for one or both of us to find someone more suitable for each of us over the coupling of me and Schmaylor. It's there, bald-faced and on the internet in all its glory, my words in February, March, and April of 2023, paraphrased in the above sentences.
So it now appears as if Schmaylor has exercised other options she considers more viable. I say, good for her. She's a grown ass woman, she should be able to run her life the way she sees fit, just as I should be able to run my life in any way I see fit. I only wish I'd articulated my reluctance to try to couple with such a person earlier in my life as well as I expressed my reluctance in those posts of this past February, March, and April.
In my last post, I talked about how notions of women such as Schmaylor go in and out on my schizoid psyche like the tide. The Cone of Silence is back up, and now I will bet my bottom dollar that my notions of Schmaylor Schmift that I've harbored these past seven years or so will go out with the tide soon enough. Sigh of relief, or sour grapes?