Well, it's the first of the month. I bought a five CD set of classic albums by the British band Traffic because I did not directly refer to that young woman I can go on, and on, and on, and on about for the past fifteen days as I wrote these blog posts. She works at a business where- I sat up and counted one night- she works at a business where, since 2014, eight young woman have tried to make me look like an asshole, some to a lesser extent, some to a greater extent, by trying to get me to put myself out there in a romantic sense. It's nine young women, if I count her, and yes, come to think of it, I WILL count her in that number.
Well, as far as I know, she still works there, and I want to check her out, a little....onnnne mooore tiiiiime. Did I truly have a breakthrough in regards to her, or am I going to make myself look like an asshole in her eyes and the eyes of those around us? Does she want to make me look like an asshole? How can I tell if that's what she wants? Oh yeah, all that experience with women who look about as good as her in my past. Plus, all those times where I made THEM look like assholes instead. Well, we will see.