I just ran my morning gauntlet of indifferent baristas and other young, attractive female employee types who don't look at me twice as of late, and, moments ago, I asked myself this question: Do all roads lead to our Miss Missy Miss? Still? But how? I haven't even seen her in over a year! Realistically, I do not want to give myself any false hope that she'll show up anytime soon.
My statement of a couple of weeks ago where I said that God gives me plenty of chances to get Miss Missy Miss types right, that is, unavailable women right, really helps me to keep it cool of late. When I said that, I predicated my assertion based on this one observation: That the world has no shortage of unavailable women. The world will not run out of unavailable women anytime soon, if anyone wants to know my best guess.
Did demonstrating a willingness to let our Miss Missy Miss fade into the not-here-beyond she currently occupies prompt this response from all of these other women? Or did I grow that much less attractive, all on my own, overnight? Did I just take that famous MGTOW red pill? 'Eagh!' Okay, sooo, indifferent baristas it is. Maybe no other layers of the onion exist for me to peel back.
A few months ago I wrote about a young woman at a business I patronized who resembles that former cashier I go on and on about. I asked this girl if she knew our Miss Missy Miss, and she said no. One thing I will really, really try to do involves refraining from buzzing that girl's place of employment. I don't want to do that anymore. Other businesses sell the same stuff I buy at this girl's place of employment, and I feel better about correcting an old habit that goes way back to high school in the obsessive behaviors towards unavailable girls and women category of things I don't want to do anymore.
Another thing I won't do, I won't act like I'm really INTO these indifferent barista/employee types anytime from now until I die. I won't give them unsolicited copies of my comics or CD's, either. Nope, not gonna do it. I'll just let Miss Missy Miss blend into her continued absence in a world of women who just don't give a DAMN. Look Ma, no net.
My statement of a couple of weeks ago where I said that God gives me plenty of chances to get Miss Missy Miss types right, that is, unavailable women right, really helps me to keep it cool of late. When I said that, I predicated my assertion based on this one observation: That the world has no shortage of unavailable women. The world will not run out of unavailable women anytime soon, if anyone wants to know my best guess.
Did demonstrating a willingness to let our Miss Missy Miss fade into the not-here-beyond she currently occupies prompt this response from all of these other women? Or did I grow that much less attractive, all on my own, overnight? Did I just take that famous MGTOW red pill? 'Eagh!' Okay, sooo, indifferent baristas it is. Maybe no other layers of the onion exist for me to peel back.
A few months ago I wrote about a young woman at a business I patronized who resembles that former cashier I go on and on about. I asked this girl if she knew our Miss Missy Miss, and she said no. One thing I will really, really try to do involves refraining from buzzing that girl's place of employment. I don't want to do that anymore. Other businesses sell the same stuff I buy at this girl's place of employment, and I feel better about correcting an old habit that goes way back to high school in the obsessive behaviors towards unavailable girls and women category of things I don't want to do anymore.
Another thing I won't do, I won't act like I'm really INTO these indifferent barista/employee types anytime from now until I die. I won't give them unsolicited copies of my comics or CD's, either. Nope, not gonna do it. I'll just let Miss Missy Miss blend into her continued absence in a world of women who just don't give a DAMN. Look Ma, no net.
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