There's this really pretty twenty year old girl in my world. There's a lot of reasons I don't want to approach her for friendship and dating. She's twenty. I don't really know her at all. She works at a business where I would feel weird approaching her for that kind of thing. In one of Dr. David Burn's books, he advises lonely, under-confident people to approach individuals who wouldn't be as intimidating to approach as this young woman. Then, if the person has any luck, maybe they would have the confidence to approach someone who really excites them.
That sounds like a good idea. I think I could hit myself in the thumb with a hammer and ask a nurse out in the emergency room while I'm in there. Or better yet, I could have a heart attack and ask the EMT out who rides in the back of the ambulance with me, if she's a female. A hospital emergency room or the back of an ambulance would equal in weirdness the business that this really pretty twenty year old works at as far as weird places to ask employees out on dates, so I should be plenty confident when a nurse or EMT agrees to hang out with me when I ask them out, and approaching this twenty year old in her place of employment for a date should be a cinch after I pull something like that off.
Better yet, I could start drinking heavily again, go for a drive, get pulled over, have the cops give me the dummy test, and ask the lady cop out when she takes me off in her squad car. Hey! Maybe all I really need to ask this girl out is some liquid courage. I could throw down a few beers and go into her place of employment and try my luck without having to ask the nurse, the EMT, or the lady cop out at first.
Come to think of it, maybe all this girl really wants is to see if I mention her on this blog. Well, I hope she likes what I wrote. I've been doing note taking, outlining, and reading for my next five comic books. Heavy. This post represents down time from those tasks. These next five books detail how I went totally nuts in 1992. I also finished the last three pages of my latest book. I hope to have it at the library and other places by the middle of June.
That sounds like a good idea. I think I could hit myself in the thumb with a hammer and ask a nurse out in the emergency room while I'm in there. Or better yet, I could have a heart attack and ask the EMT out who rides in the back of the ambulance with me, if she's a female. A hospital emergency room or the back of an ambulance would equal in weirdness the business that this really pretty twenty year old works at as far as weird places to ask employees out on dates, so I should be plenty confident when a nurse or EMT agrees to hang out with me when I ask them out, and approaching this twenty year old in her place of employment for a date should be a cinch after I pull something like that off.
Better yet, I could start drinking heavily again, go for a drive, get pulled over, have the cops give me the dummy test, and ask the lady cop out when she takes me off in her squad car. Hey! Maybe all I really need to ask this girl out is some liquid courage. I could throw down a few beers and go into her place of employment and try my luck without having to ask the nurse, the EMT, or the lady cop out at first.
Come to think of it, maybe all this girl really wants is to see if I mention her on this blog. Well, I hope she likes what I wrote. I've been doing note taking, outlining, and reading for my next five comic books. Heavy. This post represents down time from those tasks. These next five books detail how I went totally nuts in 1992. I also finished the last three pages of my latest book. I hope to have it at the library and other places by the middle of June.
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