Albatross953
Master Don Juan
So I'm living the high life during the pandemic. Women like a guy that can shoot and has a pallet of canned goods in the basement.
I'm doing exactly what I want these days. Working on my own goals.
I work in a car dealership, on commission. I do really well. Recently I had someone in that I worked with many years ago. We chatted, and it was nice to catch up.
Two weeks later, another former coworker comes in. My oneitis. The woman that got me reading on this forum. She drove ten miles, past thirty other places to ask one of my coworkers a basic question any shop could have answered. She's not a client. I was with someone, we exchanged glances, she asked her question and left.
I haven't seen or talked to her in EIGHT YEARS.
Now, I know this was a validation/attention thing. Any urge to contact her lasted two seconds. I know there's nothing there.
I can't help but wonder though....wtf? Can you not get 200 guys to kiss your feet in that time? Coronavirus is making people do strange stuff...
I'm doing exactly what I want these days. Working on my own goals.
I work in a car dealership, on commission. I do really well. Recently I had someone in that I worked with many years ago. We chatted, and it was nice to catch up.
Two weeks later, another former coworker comes in. My oneitis. The woman that got me reading on this forum. She drove ten miles, past thirty other places to ask one of my coworkers a basic question any shop could have answered. She's not a client. I was with someone, we exchanged glances, she asked her question and left.
I haven't seen or talked to her in EIGHT YEARS.
Now, I know this was a validation/attention thing. Any urge to contact her lasted two seconds. I know there's nothing there.
I can't help but wonder though....wtf? Can you not get 200 guys to kiss your feet in that time? Coronavirus is making people do strange stuff...