Looking back at how well I managed my outsized infatuation with the young woman who used to work at that grocery store, I can see how easily I made the mistake I made in the spring of 1990 regarding Sara. I took to using that experience as my most viable, relevant experience so often that I concluded that Sara really loved me, and that I'd made a terrible mistake in letting her go. Maybe Sara did love me, but letting her go was no mistake at all. During that whole challenging time dealing with Schmaylor Schmift in 2017, I recalled fondly my dealings with Sara, and I could apply a lot of what I'd learned through my dealings with Sara in 1988 to the whole bizarre situation in 2017.
The approach to Sara evolved into a successful managing of quite a few difficult women, especially since 2012. I mean, define success. If I'd never learned how to deal with the "Katies," or Veronicas, or "Wandas," of the world in more constructive ways, I don't know if I'd even be alive today. I can tell people about how I found my own personal path to happiness, but getting laid a lot with beautiful women, or getting rich, or any other material manifestation of success one might think of, such as fame, I don't have a clue. A great deal of my personal happiness results from learning how to constructively deal with the types of women that I found so much unhappiness in dealings with in my youth. No wonder that former cashier from the grocery store came back for more.