Now it seems as if things are shaking out, and they are not going my way. I am not at all surprised and I'm not the least bit hurt by these developments, if that is indeed what is taking place. We are adults in the world of other adults, and that's all I have to say about that. None of what has, I guess, transpired these past several months makes me want to be this person's boyfriend, not much anyhow. And, if I'm making the right call on this, none of this latest stuff helps much with that either. That's just the nature of an unavailable woman deal, in a nutshell.
If anyone wants to know what I am like when I burn my bridges, look to the post from December 2016, "My Girlfriend Is a Hate Song," for an example of when I burn my bridges.
In the kind of deal I found myself with this person, I have long found it necessary to really learn how to thread the eye of that needle from across the room, whether the object of my fixation came from a good, bad, or indifferent place. My honor and reputation as a man are the only things at stake if my attitude and the behaviors that stem from my attitude don't represent me at my most fully developed.
So no, I have no desire to burn my bridges from a person who, to the best of my knowledge, never bore me any ill will or malice. They might have at worst seen me as a really really strong dude they could throw all this weird-ass attention at and get something they were looking for in return.
I have a souvenir song that I wrote earlier today, and if my ability to read this person is accurate, they probably would not share my sense of humor over it. I knew the subject of "My Girlfriend..." wouldn't like it at all, that is why I posted it, and I've never since darkened the door of her place of employment. As soon as I memorize this one, I intend to perform it at the usual venues, and I hope to eventually document it on an unfinished album that now sits fourth in my queue, but I will not post it here.