Divergent_Integral
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Back in the day, when I was still a raging bluepill FA sort of chap, I had this crush on a foid who worked at the local supermarket, in the baked-goods department. Let's call her Bread Girl. She looked like she was early twenties, and I was almost thirty. So I thought we were cool, age-wise. As to looks, she wasn't terribly pretty, so in the deluded state of mind that I still had in those days I reckoned I had a fair chance. She always smiled at me when I bought my bread, and asked how I was, like she actually gave a damn.
Because I'm not much of a talker (due to my disability), I decided to hand her a note, which said that I thought she looked cute and that I'd like to meet up someday. I handed her the note, and she seemed okay with it. But after waiting a few days I didn't get any reply. No big deal, I thought, she just doesn't feel like it, which happened to me all the time.
Next Saturday, however, I was rudely awakened by the door bell and by a fist pounding on my door. It was the police. "Did you hand this note to a young lady at the [local supermarket]?" asked the officer, waving my note in my face. "Yes," I said, "why, is anything the matter?" He then told me that I had scared the living shit out of Bread Girl, and that she was only fifteen. I had been very much mistaken as to her age, apparently. BG had shown the note to her dad, and he had contacted the police.
Fortunately, the police officer wasn't an unreasonable fellow. He had to admit that the note itself was perfectly polite and proper, and that I didn't commit any crime per se. So I got off with a warning, and an order not to contact her again. And that was the end of it.
Because I'm not much of a talker (due to my disability), I decided to hand her a note, which said that I thought she looked cute and that I'd like to meet up someday. I handed her the note, and she seemed okay with it. But after waiting a few days I didn't get any reply. No big deal, I thought, she just doesn't feel like it, which happened to me all the time.
Next Saturday, however, I was rudely awakened by the door bell and by a fist pounding on my door. It was the police. "Did you hand this note to a young lady at the [local supermarket]?" asked the officer, waving my note in my face. "Yes," I said, "why, is anything the matter?" He then told me that I had scared the living shit out of Bread Girl, and that she was only fifteen. I had been very much mistaken as to her age, apparently. BG had shown the note to her dad, and he had contacted the police.
Fortunately, the police officer wasn't an unreasonable fellow. He had to admit that the note itself was perfectly polite and proper, and that I didn't commit any crime per se. So I got off with a warning, and an order not to contact her again. And that was the end of it.