Looking back, maybe she was. Although, I think she also emailed P Large and maybe some other guys. So maybe it was all platonic. I don't want to discourage people from being friendly.
But assuming that she was coming on to me and I missed all of the signs and we could have been together for many years by now, I don't have any regrets. After all, I asked her to meet up in London and she declined. So I did my part. How much pursuing is required?
I'll ask once, maybe twice, but then human dignity steps in and I don't ask any more. So to these ladies who declined dates, it's all on you. I'm not playing games. You missed your opportunity.
My lady friend sent me an email recently asking if there's anything that I regret now that I'm 40 and if this is where I saw myself, et cetera. Did I imagine that I'd be married and have children, this sort of thing.
It's interesting that she asked this. I asked her to move in with me twice and she declined. So I stopped asking. I stopped asking even though she made hints later that she'd like to move in. Hey, you missed the boat. Self-respect prevents me from asking again.
So yeah, of course things could have been different if I met somebody else or if I pursued relationships with some of these hideous internet women, or whatever. But I didn't and I'm content with my life.
It's like these "what would you change about yourself" schoolyard philosophical questions. As a kid, I knew straight away: gain more weight. But as an adult, who gives a shit?
I mean, of course there's stuff that you can think of if pressed. I wish I had hair, I wish I had a 10 inch penis, I wish I had big sexy muscles, I wish I made £100,000/year, whatever. But I don't care about any of that. I'm content as I am.
« Back to index