Back in the 2010's, I had to deal with that virgin girl. That virgin girl worked at that grocery store I still patronize. The first shot across my bow from that virgin girl came during the summer of 2014. I stood in the checkout line, and this other young woman, another employee of this grocery store, looked at a her cell phone and said something to another coworker about how "this is my first time." I knew she was referring to that virgin girl in an out-of-context way. Before that young woman made that remark, I'd never even thought about whether or not that virgin girl was a virgin, but there you have it. That virgin girl was such an uber-babe that I knew that remark that the fellow coworker uttered half to herself, half to someone else, referred, somehow, to that virgin girl.
I was very, very frightened at the prospect of having to deal with that virgin girl on the psychoverse level. I was having trouble staying compliant on the antipsychotic medication I was taking at the time. I would skip doses with ever increasing frequency, due to the way the medicine would sedate me so much it made me feel terrible. Add to that the fact that this was THE GROCERY STORE(!) THE FUCKING GROCERY STORE? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? I figured that virgin girl heard about my mental illness through one of her coworkers who knew me socially. The guy who talked about my mental illness did not have any bad intent when he talked about it to someone at that grocery store, but there you are.
Long story short, I busted that virgin girl in January, 2015 after a long, arduous mental ordeal. I thought about this friend who looked at her phone and talked about "first time" during the summer of 2014. She seemed like the nicest young woman one could ever meet. She often had this emotive, expressive facial expression that seemed to reveal her as a careworn young woman who felt TOO MUCH and worried about any number of things under the sun TOO OFTEN and with TOO MUCH INTENSITY. She seemed really sweet. And you know what? She WAS really sweet. She thought she was doing that virgin girl and I a big favor with that "first time" remark. That had to be it. She was hoping to bring me and that virgin girl together in a romantic way. She thought that virgin girl had a genuine, sincere interest in me. Little did she know.
A long time ago, I realized that it would do me well to always serve as the last line of defense when I find myself dealing with the virgin girls of this world. I've had friends, a family member, and a therapist as people who would vouch for, or otherwise give me the thumbs up on whether or not to take the wrong woman seriously in a dating/romance scenario, and boy, could these people be wrong, often. I've had trusted friends do everything from be fooled by someone such as Wanda, or, in one case, just flat out lie to me about the nature of their relationship with a woman in hopes of getting me to "take her off my hands." I've definitely taught myself how to be my last line of defense, and a BIG turning point in achieving that goal came from my dealings with that virgin girl. I still feel bad for that virgin girl's friend. I hate having friends like that.
I was very, very frightened at the prospect of having to deal with that virgin girl on the psychoverse level. I was having trouble staying compliant on the antipsychotic medication I was taking at the time. I would skip doses with ever increasing frequency, due to the way the medicine would sedate me so much it made me feel terrible. Add to that the fact that this was THE GROCERY STORE(!) THE FUCKING GROCERY STORE? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? I figured that virgin girl heard about my mental illness through one of her coworkers who knew me socially. The guy who talked about my mental illness did not have any bad intent when he talked about it to someone at that grocery store, but there you are.
Long story short, I busted that virgin girl in January, 2015 after a long, arduous mental ordeal. I thought about this friend who looked at her phone and talked about "first time" during the summer of 2014. She seemed like the nicest young woman one could ever meet. She often had this emotive, expressive facial expression that seemed to reveal her as a careworn young woman who felt TOO MUCH and worried about any number of things under the sun TOO OFTEN and with TOO MUCH INTENSITY. She seemed really sweet. And you know what? She WAS really sweet. She thought she was doing that virgin girl and I a big favor with that "first time" remark. That had to be it. She was hoping to bring me and that virgin girl together in a romantic way. She thought that virgin girl had a genuine, sincere interest in me. Little did she know.
A long time ago, I realized that it would do me well to always serve as the last line of defense when I find myself dealing with the virgin girls of this world. I've had friends, a family member, and a therapist as people who would vouch for, or otherwise give me the thumbs up on whether or not to take the wrong woman seriously in a dating/romance scenario, and boy, could these people be wrong, often. I've had trusted friends do everything from be fooled by someone such as Wanda, or, in one case, just flat out lie to me about the nature of their relationship with a woman in hopes of getting me to "take her off my hands." I've definitely taught myself how to be my last line of defense, and a BIG turning point in achieving that goal came from my dealings with that virgin girl. I still feel bad for that virgin girl's friend. I hate having friends like that.
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