Anonymous A started this discussion 2 years ago#114,747
As many of you know, I went with my family to an East Coast beach last weekend.
While we were there, we went to Cracker Barrel. Our waitress was a pretty, thin blonde with buck teeth. Kinda awkward girl, which is my type. Immediately after she walked off with our drink orders, my mom pulled a classic mom move; she automatically assumed that the waitress had the hots for me based on the way she was interacting with me. I know better than that, so I didn't think much of it. If anything I was just letting them feed my ego.
The alleged tension between the waitress and myself was the singular point of discussion for the entire duration of our visit to Cracker Barrel. I knew that she was probably out of my league, but something about her modest demeanor started to make me wonder. I made a joke to my family. I said "Alright, here's how I'll know for sure that she thinks I'm attractive. When she comes back out with our food, I'm gonna get my food handed to me first. That will be the surefire sign that she thinks I'm cute."
A few minutes later she walks back with a tray full of plates.
"Alright guys, first we've got the chicken tender platter." She handed me my plate and the entire table looked at me. Probably just a coincidence, but again, I was getting my ego fed. When she left the table I made a joke about leaving my phone number on a napkin for her and my mom seriously considered grabbing a pen and doing so until I told her not to.
As we finished our meals, the waitress came back to ask us if we needed anything else and to let us know that she would be wandering around and to yell at her if we needed anything. My mom asked how we could get ahold of her if we did need anything, and what her name was, and the waitress said "Oh, just yell and someone will hear you, but either way, my name is blank."
The waitress became the singular point of conversation throughout the rest of the car ride back to the hotel and the rest of the evening. Immediately after we left, I began to look her up on Facebook. I looked up her name and the city we were located in, as well as all the surrounding communities. I found nothing.
A dedicated stalker, I wouldn't give up. Today I made another attempt at finding her. I had no intentions of contacting her; I just wanted to get to know her in a parasocial relationship sort of way through observing her social media. I again searched for her name in her city, and I found an account and immediately recognized her face that I had already forgotten. When I saw her I knew it was her. The only problem was that the account was last active seven years ago, didn't have a last name, and was overrun by Indian men commenting on the photos. Something seemed fishy.
I decided to go to Instagram. I searched for her name and her city, and scrolled through until I found a faceless craft business page which had done a soft identity reveal. It looked similar to her, but I wasn't for sure. There was no last name attached to the post, just her first name, and she revealed herself to be highly academic and in the medical field. I went to see the accounts that the business account had followed, and searched for her name. I found a private account that had a last name attached.
I then looked up the first name and last name on Facebook and found an account. She has recently graduated from a very prestigious grad school. She is also a world traveler and apparently comes from a well-to-do family.
Now I'm insecure about the fact that high school is my highest completed level of education. It doesn't matter if she was superficially attracted to me that night while she was working and I was weeping. Even if I was a confident, outgoing, and seductive man, our backgrounds and different experiences would not have allowed any possible future between the two of us.
But something tells me that my mom would still say she'd love me for me.
Anonymous C joined in and replied with this 2 years ago, 56 minutes later, 1 hour after the original post[^][v]#1,269,027
@previous (B)
I searched and tried to find random sentences posted elsewhere but no search engines are pulling up anything. I think it's real since it sounds like the guy that talks about killing himself like every other week and who was talking about matching with black girls. That or it's an extremly obscure copy pasta. Maybe it's ChatGPT, but it least fits the long-running story spun across several threads here, so I'm just going to roll with it.
@OP > Our waitress was a pretty, thin blonde with buck teeth. Kinda awkward girl, which is my type.
I thought your type was black girls lol?
It's always weird to me when moms take an interest in their son's relationships like this. Seems a bit too involved.
Mother dolphins do this type of thing and more. They're known to kill unrelated offspring of female dolphins to increase their son's reproductive chances with that dolphin. Apparently that's how you win over the hearts and minds of female dolphins. Or something.
Anyway. Aren't you 30 something? Why are you still going on family vacations with mom like you're 7 years old?
Are you the guy that has tattoos and piercings? I'm trying to get a picture of what's going on here because when you said family vacation in prior threads I assumed you meant just meeting up with your adult siblings. Although I should've known better lol.
> soft identity reveal
I like how there's now specific terminology for whatever the fuck it is that you're doing lol
But back to the point of this thread. What is the point of this thread?
Here are the facts:
-You met some generic sounding girl that lives far away from you
-You (or your family) paid her to be nice to you by via the implied job expectations of a tip-earning worker
-There's no objective reason to believe she has any interest in you
Whether or not she graduated from Harvard or is a Rhodes scholar doesn't matter, not only because of the facts above, but also because she's working at Crackhead Barrel and can't be doing that well for herself.
The most she can say for herself is she's an aspiring academic/intellectual/whocares. But the same can be said for you. And if it can't, then just lie. Anyone can be an aspiring writer, artist, musician.
And anyone can hold a master's degree and be a loser. I even know of one that posts here.