I've been looking for a post that I thought was from late 2016, but I can't find it there. Here goes. I patronized the Magnolia Cafe on Lake Austin in 2016. There was this queen bee waitress on the breakfast shift. I'd eat there after dropping my dad off at work. Sometime during the summer of 2016, she started being rude to me. I figured that she didn't like stuff I'd written on this blog. Oh well.
One day in the fall of 2016, I sat there while she talked to some guy who waited tables there. She kept talking to him about stuff such as how she'd recently broken up with her boyfriend, the year she moved to Austin, and how old she was at the time. She would have been twenty-five in the fall of 2016.
I snapped to the idea that the guy she kept saying this stuff to was already her new boyfriend, and that this dog and pony show was for my benefit. I figured that the way she kept talking about how she'd recently broken up with her boyfriend, and about how young she was, that she wanted me to try and approach her for a date or something. I figured that she needed to settle in her mind that this new boyfriend was her winning guy, and that for every guy she designates as a winner, there has to be a loser. That's where I come in. Mind you, I was just a customer who came into her restaurant to eat on a regular basis. That's all.
I stopped patronizing that restaurant, and I wrote a song titled, "My Girlfriend Is a Hatesong." and posted it to my blog in late December of 2016. Several years later, I wrote, "Go to the Loser Store," about this same person. In that song I sing about how women like her should hire some man to play the loser in these games they play. "If you want to find a loser/ then go to the loser store/ hire some man to play that part/ he'll be your loser whore/ it's me you want to shit on/ I'm not here for that chore/ If you want to find a loser/ then go to the loser store." I figure if there was some form of male prostitution that catered to such women's specific need for such a guy, and they could just pay that guy money, then no on would get hurt. I find this kind of behavior directed at me extremely hurtful.
I finally went back to this place to eat at that breakfast shift about a year and a half later, in 2018. I thought she'd stopped working there, but, instead of the waiter who took my order, she brought out my breakfast. She acted really glad to see me. She'd gained about fifty pounds. I don't know why. Anyway, I'm not sure why she was being so friendly to me, either. I think the post I was looking for might be from June, 2017.
One day in the fall of 2016, I sat there while she talked to some guy who waited tables there. She kept talking to him about stuff such as how she'd recently broken up with her boyfriend, the year she moved to Austin, and how old she was at the time. She would have been twenty-five in the fall of 2016.
I snapped to the idea that the guy she kept saying this stuff to was already her new boyfriend, and that this dog and pony show was for my benefit. I figured that the way she kept talking about how she'd recently broken up with her boyfriend, and about how young she was, that she wanted me to try and approach her for a date or something. I figured that she needed to settle in her mind that this new boyfriend was her winning guy, and that for every guy she designates as a winner, there has to be a loser. That's where I come in. Mind you, I was just a customer who came into her restaurant to eat on a regular basis. That's all.
I stopped patronizing that restaurant, and I wrote a song titled, "My Girlfriend Is a Hatesong." and posted it to my blog in late December of 2016. Several years later, I wrote, "Go to the Loser Store," about this same person. In that song I sing about how women like her should hire some man to play the loser in these games they play. "If you want to find a loser/ then go to the loser store/ hire some man to play that part/ he'll be your loser whore/ it's me you want to shit on/ I'm not here for that chore/ If you want to find a loser/ then go to the loser store." I figure if there was some form of male prostitution that catered to such women's specific need for such a guy, and they could just pay that guy money, then no on would get hurt. I find this kind of behavior directed at me extremely hurtful.
I finally went back to this place to eat at that breakfast shift about a year and a half later, in 2018. I thought she'd stopped working there, but, instead of the waiter who took my order, she brought out my breakfast. She acted really glad to see me. She'd gained about fifty pounds. I don't know why. Anyway, I'm not sure why she was being so friendly to me, either. I think the post I was looking for might be from June, 2017.
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