My mom today met a guy who's a kind of our acquitance, even a friend who works in same industry as we do. They talked about various things and I came in a moment where he lamented about his son, who is in his early 30s, who can't find friends or a girlfriend even. He was desribed as handsome and is tall, his father is aging well compared to most of guys of similar age from my country. Then they asked me if I could try to make friends with him, but I instantly said I'm not interested in it as I don't want to deal with a man older than me who'd try to groom me into an abusive relationship and knowing my mom's experience with older men I don't want to repeat that cycle and deal with what she had to. After that guy left the room I asked my mom why his son can't get a girlfriend... it was what I excepted. Dude adheres to some incel esoterica and believes all women are stupid and prefers to read books. I wonder why they thought he'd treat me different, as people I know always talk how I know a lot and I'm very intelligent, as this type of men is horrible and totally brainrotted blackpilled volcel. Dude who could have a nice woman easily chosen to be a misogynist instead. I swear he would think I'm another stupid, vapid woman who isn't even well read. Plus they did try to get me to met him before few times, when I was younger but I didn't know yet why he can't get a girl. But now I know and honestly? I'll shut the topic down before they'll bring it again next time.
*I went to a fabric shop today as it's kind of a ritual every week on thursday. (I usually come in here before I go to my therapist but today he had some important things to do at a school where he works as a school psychologists.) Both shops I went to are owned by one really nice woman who employs even nicer women who sell here. First I went to one where's Ms. M is at usually and I ended up with another person vouching for 00s Brother sewing machines. Then I went to other one where Ms. Z is and in one moment two ladies who are regulars here came in just after me.
One came in ranting about one new dressmaker in a city, a woman who came from the Ukraine few years ago and people really did recommend her but in reality... she might sew beautiful ball gowns but holy shit, she doesn't know anything about tailored jackets. Even hearing about one piece sleeve outed that very likely she was only taught to work around the bodice/skirt construction and they did skip outerwear construction entirely as it's entirely different thing. This woman was mad about entire situation as she needed a well cut jacket as she has specific posture issues that need to be taken into account and it was a fabric she paid a lot for too.
There also was a woman who's a professional dressmaker in the store at same moment. She came in ranting too, about customers who are stingy while buying the fabric. They'll just take exact lenght without taking seam allowance, hems or additional parts into the account. She had to buy more of fabric that customer bought before to fit in with pattern. It reminded me about one customer who took ridiculously small amount for pants of a fabric which is crinkled so fabric is narrower because of it... with loose pattern you'll have hard time fitting in that amount, really. You can fit into smaller amount of fabric but in certain cases. When I get my usual amount for jacket+pants+skirt set I get around 30-40cm more just in case, especially if it's a fabric that can shrink or I'll need more for stuff like pockets or facings.
*I finally went to library to return a book, first I thought I won't be lending anything today but I came out with 4 books today. I went to check if they have some books I was interesting in and they didn't had Houellebecq's Whatever but they did have Atomized. I unironically wanted to read his 90s novels though I know what I can except from some, literal endorsement of sex tourism. Though I want to explore this niche of male authors writing this tryhard existential stuff in the 90s. It's why I borrowed Murakami's after the quake again but it's more tied to that I want to refresh my memory of it before jumping into reading Underground as they somewhat feel related. I'm halfway through it, it's a short story collection and you just read book like this fast. Despite some murakamisms it's pleasant and even women are somehow better written here...