It may turn out that the only viable option I have with this person would have me just go piss up a rope anyway. Well, then piss up a rope I shall, I guess. But, mark my words; the good Lord willing and the creeks don't rise, these kinds of decisions I'm making will not just turn out to be a drill one day, but instead these kinds of decisions may prove critical to the eventual outcome of any deal I have going with any woman, no matter what context I know her in.
There's one thing I lied about in yesterday's post; I am not just "quite" fond of this person, I'm very fond of this person. Like I said, maybe me and her are just not meant to be, but I'm so glad that I didn't do anything to assure that that kind of decision gets made for me instead of by me.