When Wanda represented herself as something she was not to me in early 1987, it set in motion a downward spiral of events. When I laid my crude sexual proposition on her one night in this downward spiral, all of a sudden BOTH parties were behaving like total idiots, not just one. For me, my behavior created a lot more problems than it solved. To my way of seeing things, I seemed to suffer a lot more bad consequences for my behavior than Wanda did for her bad behavior.
I reread Dr. David Burn's Feeling Good during the interval between Wanda in 1986/1987 and Sara in 1988. Thanks to the ways of thinking about stuff that book helped me with, the only person who really behaved like an idiot between myself and Sara was Sara. Simply put, I opted out of the faux courtship dance between myself and Sara that might well have resulted in another shitty "life lesson" being imposed on me. My blog post "I'm not bad," from January 2016, details my thinking and approach towards the dilemma Sara presented to me during the spring semester of 1988.
By the time that Virgin Girl from that grocery store came around in August or September of 2014, I'd already implemented a full on revival of the "what if I turned my back on love" experiment I initially tried with Sara in 1988. Even though the attractive women who came afterwards only seemed to want to be another version of Wanda, Sara, or say, that Virgin girl to me, I've never looked back.
My record with these types of women since the days of that Virgin Girl speaks for itself. Or should I say, my LACK of a record since the days of that Virgin Girl, or for that matter, my whole life before that Virgin Girl to boot, speaks for itself. If any white knights at any coffee shops, restaurants, or retail businesses I patronize want me to sign a consent form for them to do a criminal background check on me, especially in regards to retaliatory acts of aggression toward women who want to be idiots toward me, well alright, bring it on, I'll sign such a form. Go for it.
I reread Dr. David Burn's Feeling Good during the interval between Wanda in 1986/1987 and Sara in 1988. Thanks to the ways of thinking about stuff that book helped me with, the only person who really behaved like an idiot between myself and Sara was Sara. Simply put, I opted out of the faux courtship dance between myself and Sara that might well have resulted in another shitty "life lesson" being imposed on me. My blog post "I'm not bad," from January 2016, details my thinking and approach towards the dilemma Sara presented to me during the spring semester of 1988.
By the time that Virgin Girl from that grocery store came around in August or September of 2014, I'd already implemented a full on revival of the "what if I turned my back on love" experiment I initially tried with Sara in 1988. Even though the attractive women who came afterwards only seemed to want to be another version of Wanda, Sara, or say, that Virgin girl to me, I've never looked back.
My record with these types of women since the days of that Virgin Girl speaks for itself. Or should I say, my LACK of a record since the days of that Virgin Girl, or for that matter, my whole life before that Virgin Girl to boot, speaks for itself. If any white knights at any coffee shops, restaurants, or retail businesses I patronize want me to sign a consent form for them to do a criminal background check on me, especially in regards to retaliatory acts of aggression toward women who want to be idiots toward me, well alright, bring it on, I'll sign such a form. Go for it.
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