First up, What is Age m4w. Choice quote: "You are so young, and I am definitely old enough to be your father. But what is age? Who cares?"
Let me answer your questions: First, age is generally reckoned as the number of years since birth. And it sounds like there are a lot of birthdays between you and the young woman that you're lusting after. Who cares? She does. Right now, she probably views you as an innocuous, even nice, older guy. If you hit on her, she's going to throw up a little bit in her mouth and make it a point to avoid further eye contact with you. So, take your copy of Barely Legal into the bathroom tonight and help keep it a fantasy, OK?
Next, a Female, 27 in love / lust with a guy from Webster: "The Coke and vanilla vodka cocktails I had been drinking didn't help, of course."
Of course. Your sense of desperation ("I'm married and powerless") could also have been a contributing factor.
Now we come to the acme, the pinnacle, the alpha and omega of missed connections: I saw a very attractive blonde woman at East Ave. Wegmans last year - 32. (Funny, so did I. There must be a lot of that going around.)
This one's worth reading in its entirety:
It was a Friday afternoon at the East Ave. Wegmans. We first glanced at each other in the produce section.Hey, Joe Friday, narrow it down. Was it winter? Summer? You're giving us 52 possibilities here.
You had medium length blonde hair, were very nicely dressed, and had some sort of ID badge hanging from your neck. I had medium length brown hair and probably was wearing jeans. You bought cheese doodles & M&Ms, and I fruit & vegetables. Maybe you offered to let me go ahead of you, saying I had less."Maybe" as in "Maybe while I was back home masturbating furiously to your remembered image I imagined that you talked to me, but really you turned and ran when you saw me." Is that your sense of "maybe"?
Only afterwards did it ocurr to me that you might be flirting with me. You drove off in a large new silver Honda sedan, I in a red Toyota Corolla.By "afterwards", do you mean, "a year later, after I've turned this incident over and over in my head, imagining and wondering and what-if-ing myself to death"?
I've wished I could go back to that day ever since. Wish I hadn't been so shy! Would you like to meet & give me a 2nd chance?To have a 2nd chance, you need a 1st chance. Where's the evidence that she gave you a chance at all?
If you have a friend that dresses very nicely, maybe works in a professional position (at Harris RF Communications ???) has medium length blonde hair, is 30-ish, drives a silver Honda sedan, and may have flirted with a shy brown haired software engineer please tell her I'm looking for her.How did she flirt with you? I'll bet that "maybe" she looked in your direction and smiled. Who knows, she might have looked in your direction and experienced gas pains. Even if she was attracted to you, your descriptions aren't very helpful. In her case, I'll bet there are only a few hundred mid-30s women with medium length blonde hair driving silver Hondas. In your case, were you wearing your "Kiss Me, I'm a Software Engineer" t-shirt that day?
Now the scary part:
I'm a very compassionate and sensitive person, am very sorry to have let her slip away and hope she can forgive me. If your responsible for my finally meeting her I'll pay you $250. No kidding.Yes, your sensitivity is in evidence by your willingness to pay <gameshow voice>Two HUN-dred and FIF-ty DOL-lars</gameshow voice> to anyone willing to pimp a friend to a stalker obsessed with a fleeting, year-old encounter. No kidding, indeed.
This may appear to be a heartless rant, but I'm not gonna apologize. Life is cruel, mean, brutish, short and painful, and those of us who attain what little happiness is possible on this planet of woe are not spending our time staring into the rear-view mirror.
So, here's my connection with the old guy lusting after a young woman: hey, we're all a prisoner of our hormones, but there's probably someone your age who will make you much, much happier than her. Go find her.
To the 27-year-old woman pining for the guy in Webster: my almanac says you've got at least 50.3 years left on this blue orb. That's a hell of a long time to spend powerless in your marriage. Counseling helps. Divorce can cure. Stasis kills. Get moving.
To my friend the 32 year-old software engineer: Yes, going to RIT can mess up your attitude towards women for the rest of your life. But you can be healed, my brother. You've spent a year obsessing over a 30-second encounter in a grocery store. Let it go. Move on, and spend your $250 on therapy or weed. In your case, either will probably work.
I hope you all feel more connected now. I know I do.
