That has happened. I think that's that "chemistry" thing that was brought up here in another post. Sometimes, something just "clicks".

So what are you going to do about it? If I were you, I'd drive up to the window with Van Halen's "Running With the Devil" blasting, give her the svelte, Rico Suave look, and offer her a lunch date at Taco Bell. If THAT doesn't woo her into your arms, then she's un-wooable.

No, I have not, I don't think, but I have gotten this vibe from men.
Usually mentally lacking men who come into to where I work.
I happen to work in a public building.

And that was not a jab at any guys on here. It's just been my experience.

I usually just give 'em a grin, put my head down and get out of there as fast as I can!

What am I going to do about the latest one...nothing. Mainly because I am married now. The first one was when I was a teenager and she was up visiting her grandmother who was a friend of my mother. We became pen pals and I actually got to take her to a High School dance, which greatly increased my rep since she was prettier than any of the girls in my school. We wrote back and forth for a while. Not sure what ever came of her.

The next was when I was married to my first wife so again nothing came of it, She worked as a bagger at the commissary and she bagged my groceries. She was married and was working there for extra income (tips). I used to make sure I got the lane where she was working and we would talk as she took the groceries out to my car. That was all we did and when I got orders never saw her again.

The 3rd one was right after my divorce. I was almost ready to retire from the Air Force and she had just been in for a year when we ended up working together (she was 19 and I was 42). We became friends and she got me into Goth music/lifestyle and Wicca and she got me to go to the local big Gay club (she was Bi). You haven't lived till you have gone to a Halloween Costume Party at a Gay Club. We never did anything other than be friends. She ended up getting out of the Air Force and last I heard she was headed for New Orleans to tell fortunes there.

The 4th one, was a couple years later. A friend of mine decided to try and get sober and so he said if I went to the AA club with him he would try AA. I remember walking into the meeting room and there she was, sitting at a table, and the way the light from the window shone on her was awesome. The room was dim except for the light shining on her. I have no idea what was said or done during that meeting. I could not take my eyes off her. I saw her off and on at different meetings and watched her go through a series of bad relationships. She had car problems and since I was working as a mechanic I offered to fix her car. A couple nights later she was knocking at my door at 2 AM and told me she had more car problems and asked if I could help her out. She ended up staying there at my house that night and that began a rather tumultuous relationship for the next 3 months. She had relapsed gone back to using drugs. I did what I could to help her but she was way to far gone. One night we had been up late and I went to bed, she came in later and in the morning when I woke up she was laying there dead. Apparently she had taken a bunch of drugs and the mix didn't work well. I really loved her, I think out of all the women I have known, she was the one I really truly ever loved.

The 5th one was after I had moved to Vegas. I joined a group that did pen and pager role playing (Dungeon and Dragons, etc.) and after I had been going a while a guy and his wife came in, they had been members before and had left because of work, but were back. There was something about his wife that blew me away. Over the next 4 years I got to see her and then they had a car wreck and totaled their car. They rode the bus to work and she asked me if I would take her grocery shopping since it was a pain to haul a bunch of groceries on the bus. So for about another 6 months I drove her around to appointments and shopping. During that time we talked and she griped about her husband and not sure how it happened but we ended up having a fling for a few months. She kept saying she wanted to just get on my motorcycle and run away with me but I knew she was just fooling herself. We ended up breaking up and I never saw her again. I heard that she and her husband had moved to Texas.

And then I got married and ran into little Miss Wendy's. Again nothing is going to happen, I am married now and so I am going on with life. I just love the fantasies when I see her in the drive through window. I never know what color her hair is going to be and I tease her about it and we joke around and I drive away. I have no idea what her name is, and don't want to know.

Uh, wasn't quite expecting the story to turn this way. I think you show signs of being perpetually unpleasable. I don't mean that in a bad way, I'm just saying it seems like you're always looking around the corner for the next best thing instead of looking at what you've got right now. And if what you have right now is not good enough, then perhaps you shouldn't be in that situation to begin with.

I should take my own advice.

I figure 5 over the course of 61 years isn't a lot. It's just one of those things where you stumble across someone that turns you on and sometimes you go with it, and sometimes you are just "two ships passing in the night".

But if you're on ship #1 and jump overboard, then swim to ship #2 and try to board it because there are more lights and parties going on, then a lot of things can happen. Ship #1 could be sad and lost that one of it's passengers went missing, circling about aimlessly at night in hopes of finding it's lost guest again (as you DO realize you're no more than a guest on that ship), or it could simply sail away never to be seen again. Or, you could swim out and never make it on board ship #2, in which case you may be eternally lost at sea as the chances of a ship #3 happening by to rescue you is unlikely. Or, you could actually make it on board #2 but find that it really isn't any more party-going than ship #1, in which case you'll then gaze out into the dark blue ocean hoping a ship #3 pass by or ship #1 hasn't given up on you and is still searching for your whereabouts. Or lastly, you could make it on board ship #2 and realize this was the ship you always should've been on to begin with.

I'm just messing with you Gomez in this oh-so-apropos metaphor. I get what you're saying.`