There's this really attractive young woman who works at one of these businesses I patronize whom I would like to get to know better. The problem I have with that resides in the notion that if I ask her out in front of God and everyone at her place of employment, she would just see me as some silly-ass pushover of an old man. She would likely just see me as succumbing to her charms in a premature and inappropriate manner, if past experiences teach me anything. I think I've done very well these past several years in declaring a moratorium on the asking out of young, very attractive baristas, waitresses, and other young women I come into contact with on a regular basis. I don't want to fuck with that at all at this point.
I've come up with so many reasons for halting that kind of thing for the time being, and the more I refrain from asking such young women out, the more reasons I seem to come up with for such restraint. Face it, if I asked this young woman out in front of God and everyone at her place of employment, because she comes across to me as THAT SPECIAL, so much so that, well, in HER case, I HAVE to make an exception, that would just open the door for me making an exception in the cases of other young women in my world, especially after this particular young woman would (probably) shoot my ass down for all my efforts to be some good guy and take it upon myself to work out our "assuredly" mutual attraction.
I've often complained bitterly about the young women at this one business I patronize frequently-that business where that virgin girl used to work, yeah that one- about how I've counted nine young woman at this one business who just wanted to fuck with me by testing my mettle. Now, if I'd ever gotten the impression that any of these young women at this business had ever developed a genuine interest in me through this process of seeing what I'm made of, so to speak, that be another matter entirely, so much so that I would KIND OF be okay with it, to some extent. But no, as of this writing I've never gotten the lasting impression that these young, very attractive women-women I've often cared for a great deal, I might add-I've never came away with the lasting impression from my interactions with any of these women of these past several years, that ANY of them EVER took a romantic interest in me at some point. If one or two of them ever had, and it just never registered with me as that kind of thing, well, whose fault is that? I've had SOME dating and sex experiences in my lifetime, enough to know when those options get seriously put on the table, but nope, not from any waitress, barista, or any other day-to-day employee type I'm even the slightest bit acquainted with to this point.
Oh geez, here I am bringing up SEX when I talk about waitresses, baristas, and other employee types I regularly see. Maybe that kind of too-soon thought process has me barking up the wrong tree way more often than I or anyone else would care for. Well, what's the cure for, perhaps, coming off as a pushover to the extent that I wind up barking up the wrong tree? 'DING, DING, DING' to anyone who suggests that I just see what happens when I let perceived dating opportunities slip through my fingers! If someone wants to see what I'm made of just for shits and grins, I can up the ante to the point of just blowing them off for all of that bullshit they want to sling my way. Yep, like Darrel Royal said, "We dance with them that brung us." Uh, to make myself clear, by, "Them that brung us, " I mean the idea that I will stick with just letting perceived opportunities slip through my fingers, not that I will literally try to dance with any flirty young thing that darkens my door.
I reiterate, as far as I know, I do NOT currently find myself in negotiations for a date, contact information, or any other type of deal that would involve me seeing ANYONE in my world I currently have an attraction towards in any kind of social setting. And, I very, very strongly reiterate that this one particular business remains the MOST problematic, in that the gunfighter mentality of some of the young, vey attractive female employees who saunter in and out of employment there STILL seems to persist years after that virgin girl first threw down the gauntlet in front of me in 2014(!). I'm working on this pushover issue hard enough to satisfy me, at least.
I've come up with so many reasons for halting that kind of thing for the time being, and the more I refrain from asking such young women out, the more reasons I seem to come up with for such restraint. Face it, if I asked this young woman out in front of God and everyone at her place of employment, because she comes across to me as THAT SPECIAL, so much so that, well, in HER case, I HAVE to make an exception, that would just open the door for me making an exception in the cases of other young women in my world, especially after this particular young woman would (probably) shoot my ass down for all my efforts to be some good guy and take it upon myself to work out our "assuredly" mutual attraction.
I've often complained bitterly about the young women at this one business I patronize frequently-that business where that virgin girl used to work, yeah that one- about how I've counted nine young woman at this one business who just wanted to fuck with me by testing my mettle. Now, if I'd ever gotten the impression that any of these young women at this business had ever developed a genuine interest in me through this process of seeing what I'm made of, so to speak, that be another matter entirely, so much so that I would KIND OF be okay with it, to some extent. But no, as of this writing I've never gotten the lasting impression that these young, very attractive women-women I've often cared for a great deal, I might add-I've never came away with the lasting impression from my interactions with any of these women of these past several years, that ANY of them EVER took a romantic interest in me at some point. If one or two of them ever had, and it just never registered with me as that kind of thing, well, whose fault is that? I've had SOME dating and sex experiences in my lifetime, enough to know when those options get seriously put on the table, but nope, not from any waitress, barista, or any other day-to-day employee type I'm even the slightest bit acquainted with to this point.
Oh geez, here I am bringing up SEX when I talk about waitresses, baristas, and other employee types I regularly see. Maybe that kind of too-soon thought process has me barking up the wrong tree way more often than I or anyone else would care for. Well, what's the cure for, perhaps, coming off as a pushover to the extent that I wind up barking up the wrong tree? 'DING, DING, DING' to anyone who suggests that I just see what happens when I let perceived dating opportunities slip through my fingers! If someone wants to see what I'm made of just for shits and grins, I can up the ante to the point of just blowing them off for all of that bullshit they want to sling my way. Yep, like Darrel Royal said, "We dance with them that brung us." Uh, to make myself clear, by, "Them that brung us, " I mean the idea that I will stick with just letting perceived opportunities slip through my fingers, not that I will literally try to dance with any flirty young thing that darkens my door.
I reiterate, as far as I know, I do NOT currently find myself in negotiations for a date, contact information, or any other type of deal that would involve me seeing ANYONE in my world I currently have an attraction towards in any kind of social setting. And, I very, very strongly reiterate that this one particular business remains the MOST problematic, in that the gunfighter mentality of some of the young, vey attractive female employees who saunter in and out of employment there STILL seems to persist years after that virgin girl first threw down the gauntlet in front of me in 2014(!). I'm working on this pushover issue hard enough to satisfy me, at least.
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