And you know what the worst part about it is, is that honestly it for be rooted in one of 2 women, maybe 3, possibly 4, a few would blow anyone’s mind, but the fact is someone relating to them, saw me as somewhat of a threat to something they considered theres and didn’t like it. I had a hard time given. Which fried me. It sapped the life out of me. I thought it would replenish, maybe it was, but that energy ended up wasted in other places. It wasn’t a painful waste, like the one I’m talking years ago, but a waste none the less. I spent it. So yeah. If anyone wonders, maybe even bitter I’m not around or reaching out, that’s why. I hope your angry. It did me in. And I’m not some trash s*** either. I’m a catch. I’m not an “incel” by any definition. People some women are baffled by it. Platonic women, I have had women who are in relationships, need to reluctantly walk away from me, because their feelings for me where messing up their head. Not that they did love me, I would be at all surprised if they hurt, like cried, missed me. A hard but right choice to walk away from me. I know. I felt it too.
