A familiar sadness

I confessed this at our last adult support group briefly but I just wanted to put my thoughts and feelings down here as well.

One of my favorite “me” time activities each week, besides watching anime after dark by myself, is to treat myself to lunch out on Saturdays then afterwards enjoy a few adult beverages at the local BJ’s Brewhouse while listening to my favorite lefty political podcasts and maybe a little Celtic music.  I’ve known a fair number of the bartenders that work there; a good many still do.  Recently one of the floor waitresses was promoted to bartender and she began serving me regularly at my preferred times.  She claimed to have known I was a regular customer from when she was a floor waitress.  She was amiable and friendly but unlike any other bartender before or since, also very talkative as well.  She went above and beyond and really, in her interactions, I could swear she was being downright flirty with me.  Of course, I can’t trust my instincts in real time…and I don’t want to be one of THOSE Aspies who mistakes mere professional courtesy as actual interest.  So I err to the extreme the other way….and completely distrust my own instincts that signal me that someone is genuinely flirting with me.  I did engage in friendly banter, but I also had mixed feelings since the reason I came to that particular establishment was to zone out and listen to news and music, not engage in casual conversation.  She was a short, really attractive Latina with dark black hair and medium brown skin tone, Mexican-American, early 20s, with no discernible accent in English.  We chatted amicably each time I paid a visit, and I tipped her well.  I would discount my own perception that this young woman was attracted to me with the cynical judgement that she was only interested in my tipping her well, which of course I always did.  She would complain to me about having to close the night before and how exhausted and or bored she was having to get up so early to work Saturdays as well.  She lived in a suburb where a lot of my other friends live, some distance to the north, but her parents live around here and so she continued to work in this location instead of the franchise location in her home suburb.  We chatted about shows we were watching on TV and Netflix.  She wasn’t very familiar with anime, sadly, so I didn’t talk her ear off about it out of respect.

But life intervenes, and I couldn’t manage to make it to BJ’s *every* Saturday, though I did try.  And moreover, I think she grew frustrated and bored with my lack of initiative or real response to her flirtation.  Eventually she mentioned having a boyfriend, having to introduce said boyfriend to her parents, etc.  Our conversations tapered off and eventually she stopped working the shift coinciding with Saturday lunches altogether.  I was quite sad to see her go.  From the start I would write flirty little messages on the receipts I signed after paying my tab, though I don’t know if she ever noticed.  Or even if she did, it wasn’t enough of a positive response to hold her interest.

I did vaguely contemplate asking her if she wanted to go out for coffee after her shift at the local Cafe Minuti and continue our conversations there, but I never did.  I guess there was an optimal point at some point (which clearly whizzed past me imperceptibly) when I should’ve popped this question and seen if there was any genuine interest or would she beg off with some polite excuse or rebuke me gently or whatever.  Maybe it would’ve went nowhere anyway.  But I can’t help feeling like I missed a genuine shot at relationship because I lacked the courage and savvy to pursue it.  And also, because of my low self esteem, I was wracked with self-doubt that an attractive early 20-something female could possibly be attracted to a highly intelligent but slightly obese man in his mid 40s with a receding hairline.  I felt (wrongly?) that this couldn’t possibly be real.  But the fact that she changed her shift, perhaps to avoid me now that she was in a (new?) relationship is a clue that maybe there was genuine interest there for a span of time that I failed to requite.  Lord knows it wouldn’t be the first time in my romantic history.

I really liked this woman, had the most intense, fulfilling fantasies thinking about her, enjoyed seeing her face, hearing her voice….imagining her kisses, her ample bosom pressed up against my chest, etc. (Short but busty girls are an incredible turn-on for me).

But now those fantasies are transformed into memories twinged with sadness and regret for the road not taken.  I also held back because around that time there was an article circulating on Facebook taking men to task for flirting with waitresses and other service industry people “who are paid to be nice to you”.  I was convinced this woman was just being nice….but in truth that one can only perceive in hindsight, she was qualitatively different in her interactions with me than any other bartender before or since.

She will never read this, of course….but if she could, I would tell her I am deeply very sorry for not responding adequately to her flirtations.  I deeply appreciate her doing so with me; I’m flattered she felt it was even worth the effort.  I’m flattered she found me attractive enough to try.  It should be a boost to my ego that a beautiful 20-something woman found something attractive she liked and wanted in 40-ish me.  And it does, but it’s twinged with sadness now.

I loved having a younger, vivacious wife and would welcome a younger girlfriend like her, too…full of energy and life.  Making love to younger women makes me feel young too…just like I suppose my making love to a woman in her 40s when I was still in my mid 30s made her feel young again as well.  That was my first girlfriend after my divorce was finalized, indeed my only girlfriend to date since my divorce.  I’m saddened that I seem to have missed a chance for a 2nd girlfriend….I’ve had two very pretty Latina girlfriends at different, earlier stages of my life…a Mexican-American and a Ecuadorian/Brazillian-American (the latter was born in Ecuador but grew up for a long stint of her childhood in Brazil and felt more love for Brazil and its culture than her native Ecuador, but by the time we met she was thoroughly Americanized).  I also remember a very curious conversation I had with a dental hygienist when I was still just a teenager and basically she confessed to being really attracted to me and that if she were a few years younger or I were a few years older she would totally “go after” me.  I wonder if she ever fantasized about me the way I fantasized about the girls I liked at the time….I remember she was good looking but kind of spunky and tomboyish, with a short brunette hairstyle.  I also remember being stunned by her confession and not quite sure how to respond other than to stammer out a confused thank you.  I was probably around 17 or so and she must’ve been in her early to mid 20s.

I’m grateful that some women found me attractive in my youth, but good looks can only take you so far when you have a clueless Aspie brain running the show.  I joked that if only this bartender had come equipped with a bullhorn on the loudest setting with feedback and spoke into it I AM ACTUALLY GENUINELY FLIRTING WITH YOU; ASK ME OUT ALREADY.  I LIKE YOUR TIPS BUT I GENUINELY WANT YOUR BOD.  THIS IS NOT A JOKE.  Maybe just maybe I would’ve gotten the hint.


Anyway, been thinking maybe I should change up my Saturday routine a bit, stop hanging around that old haunt where my chance at new love died and just move on to new horizons for now.  Seems a little morose to keep waiting at a place where you know that person isn’t ever going to return….like Hatchiko waiting for his dead master at the train station year after year.  It’s just too sad.


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