Truth is, I am somewhat relieved the doughnut girl turned me down. If her and I became an "item", then I would be required to entertain this chick on weekends, spend lots of money on things I couldn't care less about and on things I never wanted to do, field endless questions about what I am thinking and if I want kids (which I do not), suffer through lame evenings and holidays with her family and friends, watch crappy estrogen-soaked movies instead of spending quality time viewing true masterpieces like First Blood, Aliens, Predator, etc., have to wait ... and wait ... and wait ... and .... , waste untold amounts of time arguing about nothing and dealing with her ever-changing moods ...
I'd say her denying me was a huge spot of good luck, now that I think about it!