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Sometimes, often?, when I say I am going to do something, something doesn't get done, or quickly. Oh, I know. I either fear or don't want to do the work or can't face failure (or even sometimes success). When I am doing better, however, I seem to be able to just move on in and do whatever I had proposed, regardless. But even when I am doing better, sometimes I avoid the prospects even so. Not this time. I have sent a rather innocuous email asking the map lady to meet with me. Something about being curious to hear more of her story (which isn't a lie). I offered several considerations, coffee or other refreshments at some establishment, the fair, or something else she likes to do. I am guessing she will not receive the email until tomorrow. And she may take her time answering. Men seem to have to screw up our courage to spit it out, women have to screw around their "No!"-machine to try and get it to say "Yes.", if they actually are interested.
Hmm, yeah, it is nice to be doing better. It is great to be moving forward. Even a "No." is fine, as that is a part of life too. All in all, we usually would prefer acceptance. I have been being treated quite well, for some odd reason. Women have seemed interested, I seem to cause blushing, I just receive a reception, often, that any man would like. I don't understand it but I have been in a little slice of heaven here in Utah. Anyway, I am asking one of them out. She may be dating or otherwise indisposed, too. While I do believe she is not married, I don't know more. And, no, she probably won't be the last I ask. It is time to begin meeting and greeting as the opportunities present themselves. Like the wine though, I need to be a little careful with something I haven't done in a while. That's... all I'm saying... right there. *grins*
Hmm, time to chill and try to get to bed a bit earlier. I'll need to be up by 7:00 to efficiently make it to the fairgrounds by 9:00, for the dairy goat competition. I have no eye for it, and show animals wouldn't be my focus, but beginning to learn to see what sets breeds apart, what they are looking for as signs of breeds, and such... not a bad thing. Plus, it gets me away from the computer and television. All it costs is gas. And I might very well see my neighbors there again. Their oldest daughter is a beautiful young woman. If I was even ten years younger I would be... wooing. As is I merely look and am delighted, in the good way.
Well, on to goofing or something. I am earning my downtimes, a bit, now. And, with health as it still really is, I probably need them after earning them.
Well...the PUA's would have nixed the email idea. Until you've established some sort of a connection--first date at least, it should be in person, lest it come across looking weak.
ReplyDeleteStill though I think that applies only if the initial contact was in person. Obviously arranging a coffee date with someone met online has to be online.
Best of luck with that.
Yeah, but as I said, I'm not a PUA or even interested in their ways. Maybe back in the bedroom rodeo days, when I got "lucky" it was always just that. Now, admittedly, I would have preferred to do it in person, but the situation didn't allow it and I don't have the health to be trying to find her where I could ask her privately (which, done over a few days might easily become classifiable as stalking). There are reasons for this to be a private request. I am not sure how things work around here, but we have academia, religion, and other possible issues.
ReplyDeleteThis will simply have to do. I am already considering some other women though. More for after my mother returns home from visiting me, but... There are several others I have been curious about. One of them I will have no choice but to ask quite publicly (and probably be turned down). I almost don't really care. It (almost) seems like fun. Ah well, either you get that or you don't.
Then again I liked calculus because I considered it intellectual parachuting (on the margins of safety). I guess I like women for that same reason, I've just been a bit ill to pursue.