Looking back on my failings with women from long ago, I concluded in my last post that basic incompatibility with these women I could desire so much really contributed to how badly things turned out. I think a huge source of such incompatibility stemmed from my lack of ability to see things from their point of view. One example involved someone I call Veronica Ortega in 1985. I met her when I was still a virgin in the Spring semester of 1985, dated someone for real the following Summer, and tried to get something going with Veronica that Fall.
I thought Veronica was merely the ultimate love goddess, and that she could really make me happy if I could just play my cards right. Well, years after my psychotic episode at my busboy job around Halloween of 1985, an episode brought on by drama concerning Veronica, I wondered, why did Veronica act as interested in me as she did at the beginning? I came to the conclusion that, due to the fact that she had been through a painful breakup with a live in boyfriend in the Spring of 1985, Veronica just wanted male attention from someone that she would not have to take seriously. That would involve hooking in some inexperienced guy, throwing him a little bone of attention, and realistically expecting that she can get tenfold the amount of attention from him in return.
So, Veronica really did not have my best interests at heart, and I had no chance of hitting the right spot and getting with her in a serious way. Sometimes seeing things from the other person's point of view involves ascertaining some pretty dark, cynical shit about their motives. There, I said it. It's true.
Wherever that young woman at that business was coming from in the past, I'm serious about my democratic approach to dates, especially about first dates. Again, if a woman is available, interested, and acts like she gives a shit about taking care of herself, that'll get her at least one date with me. But, in regards to this young woman, It might not even come to that, I realize. Her curiosity about me might extend only as far as to whether she can get me to show my face at her job when she works there, and no further. So, maybe not even one date with her. Well, I'm pretty good at figuring that stuff out, in my own opinion.
I thought Veronica was merely the ultimate love goddess, and that she could really make me happy if I could just play my cards right. Well, years after my psychotic episode at my busboy job around Halloween of 1985, an episode brought on by drama concerning Veronica, I wondered, why did Veronica act as interested in me as she did at the beginning? I came to the conclusion that, due to the fact that she had been through a painful breakup with a live in boyfriend in the Spring of 1985, Veronica just wanted male attention from someone that she would not have to take seriously. That would involve hooking in some inexperienced guy, throwing him a little bone of attention, and realistically expecting that she can get tenfold the amount of attention from him in return.
So, Veronica really did not have my best interests at heart, and I had no chance of hitting the right spot and getting with her in a serious way. Sometimes seeing things from the other person's point of view involves ascertaining some pretty dark, cynical shit about their motives. There, I said it. It's true.
Wherever that young woman at that business was coming from in the past, I'm serious about my democratic approach to dates, especially about first dates. Again, if a woman is available, interested, and acts like she gives a shit about taking care of herself, that'll get her at least one date with me. But, in regards to this young woman, It might not even come to that, I realize. Her curiosity about me might extend only as far as to whether she can get me to show my face at her job when she works there, and no further. So, maybe not even one date with her. Well, I'm pretty good at figuring that stuff out, in my own opinion.
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