I've changed my mind about that waitress in that diner where I sometimes eat. If I get a chance I will invite her to the event I'm participating in next month. If she doesn't go for it, well, rejection is just part of the whole dating world game. What makes me so paranoid isn't really every day, ordinary rejection, but rather it's when the rejection gets packaged into some really cruel game. If I thought this waitress was like that or had that kind of agenda, of course I wouldn't approach her for social reasons, however, I'm sure she doesn't have that kind of agenda, so I'll see how it goes in the coming days and weeks.
I guess I'm really apprehensive about my concern that, if this waitress at this diner does present me with an opportunity, that it will be what I've come to understand is more of a "lip-service" opportunity. Looking back, I've had quite a few experiences with women who gave me what seemed like an opportunity, but that maybe these women weren't really into it, and these opportunities weren't really much in the way of genuine opportunities. I can point to a lot of terrible experiences in my past where it seemed, looking back, that the woman felt somewhat obliged to give me a supposed opportunity because they felt as if they had to answer to some third party, such as a friend, or they felt obliged due to pressure from themselves.
I hope I have sufficient powers of discernment these days and can parse out whether or not this waitress really wants to move things along in a meaningful way. In my past I used to get so very, very bummed out over "missed opportunities," when oftentimes the opportunities I would get really bummed out about were ones I could later categorize as mere lip service rather than missed opportunities I could rightfully beat myself up about.
One example of a "lip service opportunity" from my recent past concerned a very, very attractive barista at Thunderbird Coffee in 2022. At some point late in that year, I seemed to have interactions with other female baristas at this Thunderbird location where I wondered if I caught a whiff of them seeming to hint at this attractive barista's interest in me. I mean, I would get my coffee, right, and one of them would say, "It's all yours!" and it seemed as if this or that female barista would put a little more "oomph!" to what she said when she handed me my coffee.
I was skeptical, because, as nice as this very, very attractive barista had been to me over the preceding years I'd known her, she didn't field my Facebook friend request very nicely when I put one of those in for her in early 2018. She never accepted my Facebook friend request, but she would mock me with pseudo-goo-goo-eyes on several occasions in the days and weeks after I put in the friend request.
I voiced my general skepticism of her interest in me on this blog in late 2022, and, sure enough, it seemed as if she took up with some other guy with, like, lightening speed shortly after I put out some blowback to her supposed interest in me. So yeah, that's what I'm really paranoid about concerning this waitress at this diner. Soon after I seemingly caught this development that the Thunderbird barista had taken up with some other guy, I blogged about how I'd never learned in my younger days how to catch a freight train going ninety miles an hour down the railroad tracks, either. That's still true today, so we'll see about this waitress, I suppose.
I guess I'm really apprehensive about my concern that, if this waitress at this diner does present me with an opportunity, that it will be what I've come to understand is more of a "lip-service" opportunity. Looking back, I've had quite a few experiences with women who gave me what seemed like an opportunity, but that maybe these women weren't really into it, and these opportunities weren't really much in the way of genuine opportunities. I can point to a lot of terrible experiences in my past where it seemed, looking back, that the woman felt somewhat obliged to give me a supposed opportunity because they felt as if they had to answer to some third party, such as a friend, or they felt obliged due to pressure from themselves.
I hope I have sufficient powers of discernment these days and can parse out whether or not this waitress really wants to move things along in a meaningful way. In my past I used to get so very, very bummed out over "missed opportunities," when oftentimes the opportunities I would get really bummed out about were ones I could later categorize as mere lip service rather than missed opportunities I could rightfully beat myself up about.
One example of a "lip service opportunity" from my recent past concerned a very, very attractive barista at Thunderbird Coffee in 2022. At some point late in that year, I seemed to have interactions with other female baristas at this Thunderbird location where I wondered if I caught a whiff of them seeming to hint at this attractive barista's interest in me. I mean, I would get my coffee, right, and one of them would say, "It's all yours!" and it seemed as if this or that female barista would put a little more "oomph!" to what she said when she handed me my coffee.
I was skeptical, because, as nice as this very, very attractive barista had been to me over the preceding years I'd known her, she didn't field my Facebook friend request very nicely when I put one of those in for her in early 2018. She never accepted my Facebook friend request, but she would mock me with pseudo-goo-goo-eyes on several occasions in the days and weeks after I put in the friend request.
I voiced my general skepticism of her interest in me on this blog in late 2022, and, sure enough, it seemed as if she took up with some other guy with, like, lightening speed shortly after I put out some blowback to her supposed interest in me. So yeah, that's what I'm really paranoid about concerning this waitress at this diner. Soon after I seemingly caught this development that the Thunderbird barista had taken up with some other guy, I blogged about how I'd never learned in my younger days how to catch a freight train going ninety miles an hour down the railroad tracks, either. That's still true today, so we'll see about this waitress, I suppose.
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