I only count myself as the one with experience with the particular situation I find myself. I honestly don't think anyone in my world has the level of experience in dealing with whatever challenges arise when I sense very manipulative, controlling, almost coercive behavior directed at me from an individual woman and her confederates. Can anyone else out there count themselves as owning prior experience in exactly the same set of circumstances I find myself in now? No, probably not.
For those not up to speed, I refer to the last several posts, where I perhaps sense that the young woman who used to work at that grocery store I patronize seeks to influence my course of action by having female surrogates for her act really rude, surly, and standoffish whenever I find myself around them. This behavior leaves me to wonder whether this young woman has a hand in this stance I see in these women. I posted a couple of weeks ago that I thought I noticed a family resemblance between that girl who used to work at that grocery store and another girl who works at another retail business I patronize. I hypothesized that these women wanted me to approach this young woman and ask about her "sister."
I've never dated anyone who came at me in the intense, adversarial manner that I sensed from that young woman who used to work at that grocery store. Furthermore, I've never had a male friend, acquaintance, or coworker since my college days tell of dating someone who came at them in a similarly adversarial way. When I said I stood as the lone example of a man with these experiences as common clay in his life, I meant it. No one else but me.
Women such as this former grocery store employee manage to deliberately, methodically, sow so much mistrust and bad feeling between us in the way they treat me that it seriously undermines any tendency I might have to believe in any "conversion" should any appear to arise in them later. I think that explains why I've never dated women such as Sara, Ann Marie, and, I can't even think of anyone else who even stood a chance. "Gwen," maybe.
Before me stand two doors. One door has that young woman at that retail business, the "sister," standing as the gatekeeper, with these other young women supposedly pointing me in that direction. The door is very, very attractive and alluring. The door promises riches beyond compare on the other side by its grand appearance. The other door, the door I will walk through, promises nothing but a coming storm as I head in its direction. This door appears very drab and ordinary, and it promises only that my life will go on pretty much as it has before, once the storm passes. Experience teaches me to walk through this door.
For those not up to speed, I refer to the last several posts, where I perhaps sense that the young woman who used to work at that grocery store I patronize seeks to influence my course of action by having female surrogates for her act really rude, surly, and standoffish whenever I find myself around them. This behavior leaves me to wonder whether this young woman has a hand in this stance I see in these women. I posted a couple of weeks ago that I thought I noticed a family resemblance between that girl who used to work at that grocery store and another girl who works at another retail business I patronize. I hypothesized that these women wanted me to approach this young woman and ask about her "sister."
I've never dated anyone who came at me in the intense, adversarial manner that I sensed from that young woman who used to work at that grocery store. Furthermore, I've never had a male friend, acquaintance, or coworker since my college days tell of dating someone who came at them in a similarly adversarial way. When I said I stood as the lone example of a man with these experiences as common clay in his life, I meant it. No one else but me.
Women such as this former grocery store employee manage to deliberately, methodically, sow so much mistrust and bad feeling between us in the way they treat me that it seriously undermines any tendency I might have to believe in any "conversion" should any appear to arise in them later. I think that explains why I've never dated women such as Sara, Ann Marie, and, I can't even think of anyone else who even stood a chance. "Gwen," maybe.
Before me stand two doors. One door has that young woman at that retail business, the "sister," standing as the gatekeeper, with these other young women supposedly pointing me in that direction. The door is very, very attractive and alluring. The door promises riches beyond compare on the other side by its grand appearance. The other door, the door I will walk through, promises nothing but a coming storm as I head in its direction. This door appears very drab and ordinary, and it promises only that my life will go on pretty much as it has before, once the storm passes. Experience teaches me to walk through this door.
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