Met a friend for lunch. She was dressed for a date, I was dressed in the dorkiest sweater the world had ever seen, over business casual attire.
Chatted about business, exercise, philosophy, then somehow kids. I dropped the number 15. She remarked that it was a huge number but also that she had no idea how many she wanted. (Cop out?) We talked about where our lives were heading. I turned my head to check out another woman's ass. She made no mention of it. (Cop out #2) We chatted some more, finished lunch (she paid), and went for a stroll. We hugged and parted.
The entire thing was rather weird, from a red pill viewpoint.
- How do I tell a unicorn from plain weirdness?
- Cuss me out and tell me all the things I screwed up on.
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