Well it's good you're making progress.
Also, I have no idea where to post this, and it's not bad news but I don't feel like posting it in the talk thread. And it is sort of relating to my relationship with women... loosely... Very loosely.
I was working earlier when the daughter of my sister's friend and I met when she was wanting me to open up the liquor cabinet for something for a pool party of theirs. We talked a little and it was super close to me getting off anyways. I then found myself in a car full of mostly half naked girls going to their pool party and I'm bombarded with questions like who I was, how I ended up coming with them, who I knew, flirting here and there, and I was overwhelmed despite pulling a Yu Narukami somehow (Persona 4. Totally stone face yet serious. I don't know.). So I'm there, but we end up watching a horror movie and we're all laughing because it was a silly home made one. End up finding myself nomming down on a 15$ candy apple they gave me that was huge as all hell and was having a good time just talking with a room full of hipster people and bikini girls. Then it came time for me to leave, so the daughter gave me a ride home and all the way her uncle and her are again bombarding me with questions and the uncle is just astounded I'm actually putting a dent in the candy apple. Again, I put on my Yu Narukami face on apparently and the ride was pleasant and full of lovely scenery that I usually don't get to see.
The thing is though... what was this? Did the universe just hand me a "sorry for being a dick last month so here's a good time" card? Am I that charming to win over a car and a half full of people that I'm this super interesting amazing fellow? What the hell? I do consider myself fun, but I'm no party maker. I'm not used to being the center of attention to this degree. I'm happy, but confused.
"Cogito, ergo es eggo." A.K.A. "I think, therefore you are a waffle."