During the Summer of 2016, I posted about the power of rejection relative to myself and the attractive young women in my world, whom I can go on at length about on this blog. I pointed out that these twenty-two year old baristas, waitresses, and whatevers could reject a guy- a nice, good-looking guy their age, mind you. I'm not even talking about a guy my age- that they could reject a nice, good-looking guy their age for reasons such as; they thought he was too short, his hair was thinning on top, they didn't like the music he listened to, they thought he smoked too much pot, because he didn't have a car, and so it goes.
That statement implies that a young, attractive to very attractive woman who has her shit together enough to hold down a pretty demanding service industry job near or at full-time hours has the pick of the litter. If one of these girls wanted to date an older man who was a costumer at her place of business, they could go with someone only ten years older than themselves, maximum, if they wanted to. They could pick up on a doctor just coming out of residency, or a guy becoming established at a law firm, or someone in the process of being a big deal in the tech sector, the mind reels at the possibilities. That would leave a fifty something, overweight, part-time employed, receiving government assistance, receiving government assistance because of a mental illness diagnosis; that would leave such a person in the shithouse with women such as the ones I've outlined.
I remember doing temp work for a friend's company, and a smoking hot Latina worked there as the receptionist. Just out of college, her main hobbies seemed to be eating right and exercising vigorously, yeah. I didn't do temp work there for very long, maybe a week and a half at the most. I remember saying to myself, "If you had a chance to talk, in a kind of social way, to this gal as she sat behind that desk, what on Earth could you say or do that would make her want to go out with you, Rich?" My answer: "I don't have the slightest idea how I would go about trying to pick up this woman. I really haven't the slightest idea how I would go about that."
Now, as the last several years can testify, if this smoking hot Latina were to have some inkling to try to shit on me somehow...If she were to, within the parameters of being an employee of a company where I was friends with a principal owner and CEO. But, know this, a principal owner and CEO whom I call Dickbag McNuttsack on this blog and in my books; if she were to try to shit on me in a major way within the parameters of that kind of a deal; where she could, if all went her way, pit her word against mine as to what happened and quite possibly expect to be believed; if she were to try that kind of shit on me, I would have that covered. So, picking up twenty-two year old baristas, and waitresses, and whatnot is not a specialty of mine, but beating such women like a fucking gong when they try to bring some jive ride shitstorm down on me, I've got that.
I've mentioned someone of this stripe, waitress, barista etc., whom I'm pretty fond of, and if I were to guess where she's coming from these last several days, I would say she just wants to let me off easy. She doesn't strike me as particularly psycho, and she doesn't seem to necessarily be just another good enough woman who sees me as the bad guy, which is what I seem to have endured these past several years, not to mention for many years going back to my youth as well. I remember some barista starting in on me around 2010/ 2011, and I wanted to ask her about her relationship status. I remember telling myself, "This could be, just the usual bullshit, or, geez dude, get ready. This may be that experience they go on at length about in those songs and books and movies and what all ever." Well, it wasn't. I asked her if she was still dating this other employee there, and she said she was. The thing is, I think she was lying-which is okay. I think the guy she was dating had dumped her because she was such an asshole. Whether it was because she'd been such an asshole to me in particular, or was just such an asshole in general; I would guess because she was such an asshole in general.
That statement implies that a young, attractive to very attractive woman who has her shit together enough to hold down a pretty demanding service industry job near or at full-time hours has the pick of the litter. If one of these girls wanted to date an older man who was a costumer at her place of business, they could go with someone only ten years older than themselves, maximum, if they wanted to. They could pick up on a doctor just coming out of residency, or a guy becoming established at a law firm, or someone in the process of being a big deal in the tech sector, the mind reels at the possibilities. That would leave a fifty something, overweight, part-time employed, receiving government assistance, receiving government assistance because of a mental illness diagnosis; that would leave such a person in the shithouse with women such as the ones I've outlined.
I remember doing temp work for a friend's company, and a smoking hot Latina worked there as the receptionist. Just out of college, her main hobbies seemed to be eating right and exercising vigorously, yeah. I didn't do temp work there for very long, maybe a week and a half at the most. I remember saying to myself, "If you had a chance to talk, in a kind of social way, to this gal as she sat behind that desk, what on Earth could you say or do that would make her want to go out with you, Rich?" My answer: "I don't have the slightest idea how I would go about trying to pick up this woman. I really haven't the slightest idea how I would go about that."
Now, as the last several years can testify, if this smoking hot Latina were to have some inkling to try to shit on me somehow...If she were to, within the parameters of being an employee of a company where I was friends with a principal owner and CEO. But, know this, a principal owner and CEO whom I call Dickbag McNuttsack on this blog and in my books; if she were to try to shit on me in a major way within the parameters of that kind of a deal; where she could, if all went her way, pit her word against mine as to what happened and quite possibly expect to be believed; if she were to try that kind of shit on me, I would have that covered. So, picking up twenty-two year old baristas, and waitresses, and whatnot is not a specialty of mine, but beating such women like a fucking gong when they try to bring some jive ride shitstorm down on me, I've got that.
I've mentioned someone of this stripe, waitress, barista etc., whom I'm pretty fond of, and if I were to guess where she's coming from these last several days, I would say she just wants to let me off easy. She doesn't strike me as particularly psycho, and she doesn't seem to necessarily be just another good enough woman who sees me as the bad guy, which is what I seem to have endured these past several years, not to mention for many years going back to my youth as well. I remember some barista starting in on me around 2010/ 2011, and I wanted to ask her about her relationship status. I remember telling myself, "This could be, just the usual bullshit, or, geez dude, get ready. This may be that experience they go on at length about in those songs and books and movies and what all ever." Well, it wasn't. I asked her if she was still dating this other employee there, and she said she was. The thing is, I think she was lying-which is okay. I think the guy she was dating had dumped her because she was such an asshole. Whether it was because she'd been such an asshole to me in particular, or was just such an asshole in general; I would guess because she was such an asshole in general.
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