My last post talked about Daria and compared her to that young woman at that business that I can go on about at length. The thing about my decision about Daria, to just leave her alone and not email her anymore for the foreseeable future, that decision came about only after I had what I considered a significant interaction with her and could tell pretty well where I stood with her. This girl at this business just started back there recently, and I've never even made small talk with her, ever. I think I can at least check her out a little.
If she's really shitty to me and just wants to win at some silly game of her own devising, playing by her own set of rules, with her own definition of what constitutes victory, well all right then. I'm pretty good at smelling a rat these days, so we'll see about that. If she "wins" (whatever that means), well, that's just the hazards of the dating game for one Richard Alexander, born in Austin, TX, in the year of Our Lord, 1964. I can draw a lot of heat from women who get some raging hard on to do a vicious takedown of me due to reasons such as something they've heard about me, like another person's version of something I've done, or the fact that having a major mental illness makes me a dumbass, or that having a major mental illness and being the romantically obsessive type automatically makes me the bad guy in a lot of people's eyes, so that must make them the good guy by default. It's not fair, but you know what, life isn't fair, and that includes the dating game.
If she's really shitty to me and just wants to win at some silly game of her own devising, playing by her own set of rules, with her own definition of what constitutes victory, well all right then. I'm pretty good at smelling a rat these days, so we'll see about that. If she "wins" (whatever that means), well, that's just the hazards of the dating game for one Richard Alexander, born in Austin, TX, in the year of Our Lord, 1964. I can draw a lot of heat from women who get some raging hard on to do a vicious takedown of me due to reasons such as something they've heard about me, like another person's version of something I've done, or the fact that having a major mental illness makes me a dumbass, or that having a major mental illness and being the romantically obsessive type automatically makes me the bad guy in a lot of people's eyes, so that must make them the good guy by default. It's not fair, but you know what, life isn't fair, and that includes the dating game.
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