Once more with feeling, God's giving me PLENTY of chances to get these deals I get in with these ostensibly unavailable women right. This latest encounter with the great monster that is these deals, in the form of that deal involving the famous woman I've never met, the famous woman I may be experiencing a kind of meta-hallucination about, just drives home this epiphany I had sometime in 2016 about these kinds of deals I get in with these kinds of women.
It's true, I did not always conduct myself in an exemplary manner in my younger days when faced with the kinds of no-win dilemmas involving these ostensibly unavailable women. And so, like some figure in Greek mythology, I'm fated to field these unavailable women dilemmas up to this current day, a couple of months past my fifty-ninth birthday. For all I know, God will just continue to throw up these kinds of women in my face until I die, get really infirm, or just get so old I lose interest in women all together.
It's not THAT ignominious a fate. I feel good emotionally right now, and I'm pretty happy right now, now that I realize that this (probably) was-current/now-former dilemma involving this famous woman is just God fucking with me, again. That's fine. Like I said, realizing that makes me happy.
I want to emphasize; I ALMOST NEVER go on dates with, much less date, women such as this famous person. And that's true even when I lump this famous woman in the same category as that former cashier. Did I go out with that former cashier? N-o-o-o! They both belong in exactly the same category of women that God definitely seems to want me have EVERY POSSIBLE opportunity to get right.
I have EVERY reason to believe that I will, once more with feeling, face the same kinds of opportunities with future, ostensibly unavailable women once this particular unavailable woman is no longer a thing to me, which might have started happening yesterday, when this central epiphany hit me once more. My expert handling of this most recent dilemma should encourage PLENTY more women to follow suit, just as my expert handling of those dilemmas flung at me by that former cashier may have encouraged that famous woman in the first place.
People talk about men in America and other countries being in crisis these days. Right now, I don't feel as if I'm in a crisis over my relationship with women. I don't feel lost. Do I actually know how to actually pick up those hottie types? No. Is my morale sky high as of yesterday evening? Absolutely!
As of yesterday evening, my path regarding that famous woman lies before me clearly and unobstructed. God has shown me the way. No more crises of, "What is going on?," "Why is this happening to me, again?," "What am I supposed to think about all of this?," or "What am I supposed to do about all of that?" It's all in focus now. I will do what God wants and get this person right, employing a pretty damn viable frame of reference that, in this case, probably just involves letting any ideas I have about getting with this woman just go by the wayside. No grand gestures for this one, most likely, unlike that former cashier. How can I, no access at all to this one. I'm too old to post a video on YouTube asking her to the prom. Yes, handling this affair in my usual exemplary manner will only encourage others, but if that's what the almighty wants, who am I to question such a will?
It's true, I did not always conduct myself in an exemplary manner in my younger days when faced with the kinds of no-win dilemmas involving these ostensibly unavailable women. And so, like some figure in Greek mythology, I'm fated to field these unavailable women dilemmas up to this current day, a couple of months past my fifty-ninth birthday. For all I know, God will just continue to throw up these kinds of women in my face until I die, get really infirm, or just get so old I lose interest in women all together.
It's not THAT ignominious a fate. I feel good emotionally right now, and I'm pretty happy right now, now that I realize that this (probably) was-current/now-former dilemma involving this famous woman is just God fucking with me, again. That's fine. Like I said, realizing that makes me happy.
I want to emphasize; I ALMOST NEVER go on dates with, much less date, women such as this famous person. And that's true even when I lump this famous woman in the same category as that former cashier. Did I go out with that former cashier? N-o-o-o! They both belong in exactly the same category of women that God definitely seems to want me have EVERY POSSIBLE opportunity to get right.
I have EVERY reason to believe that I will, once more with feeling, face the same kinds of opportunities with future, ostensibly unavailable women once this particular unavailable woman is no longer a thing to me, which might have started happening yesterday, when this central epiphany hit me once more. My expert handling of this most recent dilemma should encourage PLENTY more women to follow suit, just as my expert handling of those dilemmas flung at me by that former cashier may have encouraged that famous woman in the first place.
People talk about men in America and other countries being in crisis these days. Right now, I don't feel as if I'm in a crisis over my relationship with women. I don't feel lost. Do I actually know how to actually pick up those hottie types? No. Is my morale sky high as of yesterday evening? Absolutely!
As of yesterday evening, my path regarding that famous woman lies before me clearly and unobstructed. God has shown me the way. No more crises of, "What is going on?," "Why is this happening to me, again?," "What am I supposed to think about all of this?," or "What am I supposed to do about all of that?" It's all in focus now. I will do what God wants and get this person right, employing a pretty damn viable frame of reference that, in this case, probably just involves letting any ideas I have about getting with this woman just go by the wayside. No grand gestures for this one, most likely, unlike that former cashier. How can I, no access at all to this one. I'm too old to post a video on YouTube asking her to the prom. Yes, handling this affair in my usual exemplary manner will only encourage others, but if that's what the almighty wants, who am I to question such a will?
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