This afternoon at work, I was casually lounging around on my lunch. I decided to get a little comfortable, put my feet up and relax. I notice a really hot girl on my peripheral [with flamboyantly dyed hair (color white)]. I contemplated on perhaps talking to her, but for a split second I hesitated and went against it. I think it was the hair that had the "I am crazy" mantra inscribed on it, but I politely smile and go back to watching the television. The previous year I had a knife pulled on me, and had been stalked relentlessly so my taste in women has significantly changed for the better. From this period on she hurls me looks of disgust at me. Another broad (already married) walks in. She and I are acquaintances and so we start small talk mostly about a mutual friend that I had a thing with, and how the friend is doing in college. The looks of disgust intensifies. I keep my frame and give her a direct glare in which she breaks and looks down. Another girl that has a thing for me walks in and screams my name. However, she's a light 4.5, and I wouldn't touch her with Mr. Grinches dick, but I do some small talk about her Tinder problems (give her a few tips), and turn away to display uninterest. This girl [white hair] is boiling mad, she walks in front of me repeatedly. Cold stare again each time. I shrug it off again. Anyways she leaves, and I see her pacing at the door. Before you say it's because I am ugly (I assure you I am not lol). I am a handsome fuck.

Women are weird sometimes. What the hell is going on in her head?

Additional piece: the confounded responses are understandable, but I don't want that "excitement" of volatile chicks anymore. Will I miss them, sure I will. I miss[ed] being obsessed over, but after I almost was stabbed and likely killed, I had a life-altering epiphany. I will remain cautious and juggle stable plates for now.