This is a reference to my earlier post, "Two women's reaction to coming out aspie at work--What next?", kind of a sequel posted here instead of there to shamelessly boost traffic.
Anyway, HEP, the more homely of the two women I referred to there, is who this is about.
Georgewilson--the god of lovin--messages HEP that I am unfriending her after weird, awkward convo about Thanksgiving and off-and-on hellos, explaining that I'm doing what's best for me as a man and actually following through instead of chickening out like the mangina I used to be, telling her blocking me would roll off like water on a duck's back. HEP acts confused but eventually says she stuck up for me when people acted a fool about my yelling and behaving like an overgrown toddler that one day. Georgewilson squeezes a few more deets about what she did for me and then tells her he's letting her back into his exclusive circle of friends. HEP acts grateful and, after saying a proper goodnight with a nicknamed (early bird, not that sexy but gotta start somewhere) blows up my timeline with four likes and a comment on photos, posts, etc. like the Olympic gold medalist in Facebook stalking, sucking all the juicy social media presence down like a good little harlot.
Moral of the story is: when you think you're striking out with the girl, disappearing into the furniture, getting the brushoff as so many of us aspies do, always remember that your vocabulary and the magic of texts and FB messages (especially when she can only text back 140 characters and you have Shakespeare's freedom on your magic PC) allow you to do what really turns women on: behaving like an emotionally stunted, manipulative tool. I did tonight, and s&it was so ca$h!
Yes, this post is meant to be tongue-in-cheek, hence the smiley: 