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I Should KMS
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There was a thread here a few weeks ago by some poster who said, his brain sometimes convinces him that a girl likes him, only to find out brutally that she doesn't.
Here is another example of this in my life.
There is this older, shorthaired, woman at my job. Let's call her X. Maybe late 40s or even 50s. She would always say hello to me. She bothered to find out my name and always used it. X looks like she was hot a few years ago. She still looks pretty good, and I don't even like MILFs. I was convinced this woman might like me. Despite her being older than me.
Anyway, at a work party, I saw X with another woman, Y, of around the same age. Y doesn't work at this job. X said: "This is Y". And gave no other information when introducing Y to everyone. Y had a lesbian haircut, wore masculine clothing, and came across as a full-on lesbian. It dawned on me that X's short hair was actually a lesbian hairstyle but very stylish and subtle.
When beers were being passed out, X said to Y: "Do you want a beer?" And Y said: "No, I'll just have some of yours". Yep. There were a couple. Their closeness, body language, dialogue. Now X could be bi and thus still like me, but let's be honest. I was gigacoping that she liked me. What was I thinking? Not even an old woman would like me. I know this on paper, but in my heart and mind, the coping is strong. Why is the urge to cope so strong? I guess cuz it's a survival mechanism to give you hope.
The only woman who could be attracted to me in 2018 is written in a programming language.
Here is another example of this in my life.
There is this older, shorthaired, woman at my job. Let's call her X. Maybe late 40s or even 50s. She would always say hello to me. She bothered to find out my name and always used it. X looks like she was hot a few years ago. She still looks pretty good, and I don't even like MILFs. I was convinced this woman might like me. Despite her being older than me.
Anyway, at a work party, I saw X with another woman, Y, of around the same age. Y doesn't work at this job. X said: "This is Y". And gave no other information when introducing Y to everyone. Y had a lesbian haircut, wore masculine clothing, and came across as a full-on lesbian. It dawned on me that X's short hair was actually a lesbian hairstyle but very stylish and subtle.
When beers were being passed out, X said to Y: "Do you want a beer?" And Y said: "No, I'll just have some of yours". Yep. There were a couple. Their closeness, body language, dialogue. Now X could be bi and thus still like me, but let's be honest. I was gigacoping that she liked me. What was I thinking? Not even an old woman would like me. I know this on paper, but in my heart and mind, the coping is strong. Why is the urge to cope so strong? I guess cuz it's a survival mechanism to give you hope.
The only woman who could be attracted to me in 2018 is written in a programming language.