On Thursday, @
Olimpia asked me if I’d been on any dates recently, and I realized that I had not. So I finally called an ESI I know and asked her if she would go out to eat with me sometime this weekend. She said she was busy for the next two weeks, but she might take me up on that offer when she isn’t busy. OOOoookay.
On Friday morning, I had a successful meeting with some customers and felt great as a result and decided to have lunch at an open-air market to see what I could see.
I bought a blueberry-pomegranate drink from one vendor where a tall, thin ESI was working. Then I wandered down the market to buy a crepe from another vendor and then back to a freshly vacated table in front of the ESI. She pointedly avoided looking at me while I ate, but then rolled a cart out in front of her booth and started fooling around with stuff on the cart, turning with her back 180 degrees to me and bending over the cart so her rear end was about two feet from my table.
Normally, I take this as a sign, conscious or not, from a woman of her interest. You may debate this, but I’m gonna go with it. I was wearing work clothes, so she might have been motivated entirely subconsciously.
When I finished lunch, I walked over to another vendor and ordered two espressos to get the cobwebs out and to sweep away any hampering doubts prior to my imminent approach to the ESI. As I stood in front of the coffee vendor and downed two iced espressos, I noticed that the ESI was still standing in front of her booth where she had a clear view of me.
I walked back to the booth and ordered a take-out dinner from another woman who was still behind the booth, and then approached the ESI. She had, I reasoned, shown a bit of interest, so I felt I had a small chance.
“Excuse me”, I said to her, “but I can’t remember your name. I think it is something unusual, but I’m not sure.”
She looks like she’s rising to the surface of a pool, gives me a cold stare and mumbles something.
“What?”, I say.
“Emily”, she says coldly, like I’m some kind of annoying pervert. “It’s a very common name. May I help you?” I’m struck by how much disdain she’s putting into her reply.
“I need a new brain”, I said, smiling. “My present one doesn’t work.” And then the take out was ready, I paid and tipped and left, thinking, why did I get stuck with negativist duals?
Originally Posted by Renna
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and 
to the point they, like me, literally cannot understand (viscerally) how the fuck we've become the stereotypical sociopathic villain archetype due to having no true way to comprehend how the fallen angels could ever have even potentially made the choice they did in the visceral sense, or they don't and go full Nietzche/Demon as the stereotypes suggests.
How very Positivist of me, haha.
