I am terrible at flirting. I always have been. Apparently what I consider just being friendly comes across sometimes as being flirtatious and interested. And it's also difficult for me to ascertain when i'm being flirted with - because, again, I'd probably see it as someone just being friendly. So then I just get kind of uncomfortable - more so if I start thinking I'm being flirted with. And now that it's been a very very verryyy long time since I've even dated, I'm even more uncomfortable in those situations. I am seriously out of practice. And honestly, I don't even know that many single guys that I'd hang out with - all of my single guy friends got married (or are soon to be). I had a housewarming party a few years ago and I got a bit embarrassed when a girlfriend showed up and asked me where the guys were. Holy cow, I don't know any anymore!! (Not any eligible bachelor types, anyway). Since then I've been sensitive, maybe hyper-aware, that I don't really have many guy friends any more - at least none that are not married or otherwise in a serious relationship. Gadzooks! If you want to really make me squirm, start talking about how awesome I am and that I should be doing "X" and "Y" to find a man. UGH. And over the years I've tried to just take it all in stride...I appreciate that you are concerned for my happiness, I really do, and I might even love ya for it....but holy moly, let's talk about something more constructive - like wine. ;)
On a completely different note: 100 happy days Day 4: Memories of the best shaved ice ever! (and the specific flavor? strawberry cheesecake with cream- delish!!)
Sunday, July 6, 2014
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