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However, the only way to possibly find out why my cwp was rejected was to go to the post office. So, out of my house clothes and into street clothes, I headed down the street. Walking seemed like the way to go. I got the letter and waited until I arrived home to check it. Okay, yeah, probably V.A. related. I am going to have to fight this. I may need to employ separate medical professionals to get this fixed. I sure won't be trusting the V.A. Not only can't they get a diagnosis right, they can't fix things when they find them. Nor can they be trusted. Unions and liberalism runs that show. Various depths of socialism, against gun ownership at all cost, to boot.
While I was there I had two young women... Blush and such around me. I caught one of them checking me out. Yeah, me. I looked around to see if some hunk was sneaking up on me or something. Don't ask me, I just live here. Maybe I have a funny reputation? Who knows. You never know why or such on these things, or what any of it truly meant. I'll chalk it up as a couple of nice complements from young women to an old duffer and leave it there. But... YEAH! *grins*
Now I am too up to nap. I have sprayed the shower again, with the cleaner. A bite to eat then another spray while I absorb lunch/dinner, and then back to it. Good day.
You're always doubting yourself, but from all you've said over the time we've been discussing it, there is no question about your greek letter status. Remember women are not so much about looks as they are about other indicators of social status.
ReplyDeleteNot having ever seen you in person I don't know, but I suspect you exude Alpha without knowing it.
*grins* Okay, if you say so. And you might just be right. I guess my doubt might actually be part of the ploy. If I am alpha, it is native, and probably a bit unique from the practiced PUA's. That's why some of the advice given, to my mind, seems... wrong, unnecessary, or over-blown.
ReplyDeleteIt could very well be like a martial artist being not sure when he sees a street fighter. Such different techniques that the artist questions his skills. And usually we go at it in very different ways. I don't find chicks in bars. I don't find them half drunk, or more. Or in a meat market.
And, still, I have my doubts. But it was fun! And sweet, really.