So I go in there for the first time in almost a year, and this same waitress still works there. I play it off like it's no big deal, order from her, eat, leave a nice tip, and leave. No big deal, right. So the last two times I go in there, this waitress doesn't work there, which is fine, because that's not why I'm there. She's literally the last person I've met in the past year I want to approach for social reasons, because of my history of getting hung up on unavailable women of the type that seem more available that they actually are at the outset. At the same time, I've been around enough to know that a lot of attractive young women will just be this way towards me from time to time, for whatever dumbass reasons they may individually have, so it's not something I care to make a federal case out of these days. I'd like to think I'm over all of that. I turned fifty-nine the other day. Okay?
So the shitty service, if I take it personally, and I might actually want to take it as some kind of hint, right, might stem from this: The other waitresses thought I was in there trying to prove what a great guy I was about what happened around this time last year, with the "date" and all of that. Was I really in there for that reason? I'd like to think not, because that great guy shit can be really manipulative, and it's something I've tried to make a point of not doing since I got onto that as one of my unsavory behaviors.
So, what to do now? I guess I won't patronize that restaurant for quite some time, if at all. After all, the service WAS pretty shitty, and I'd just as soon not eat there, for whatever reason. Along this line of thought, I might also not want to send any more postcards to that famous person's fan club. Maybe the postcards were a "great guy" gesture in light of how shitty I perceived this NOTION of her in my head to have acted towards me since 2016. So, there could be one of at least two reasons why I'd never hear from this famous person, even though I sent her some postcards over a period of time: 1) She has no idea who I am, and I could not reasonably expect a response to the postcard overture, or 2) She DOES know who I am, and she does not want to respond to such a transparent great guy gesture, because, well, just because of what I said about how great guy gestures tend to come off as manipulative. I've sent her two postcards via her fan club address, I planned to send five, but maybe I'll just leave it at two.