Since college is mentioned in this thread, I’ll relate an experience I just had.
I’ve been sort of seeing this guy for a little while. I say “sort of” because, although we’ve been going out once a week for quite a while, we’ve just now moved to the long hug phase. This past Tuesday, we went to see American Beauty. Afterwards, we went to get a drink.
Now, if you know the movie, you know that a bit of the plot involves Kevin Spacey lusting after a teenage girl. Here’s a snippet of our conversation:
Him: Teenage girls are funny. A couple of years ago, I kissed a sixteen-year-old girl at a party before I found out her age. And she just got so clingy. At that age, they’re still looking for that white knight.
Me: Hell, 99% of women still are.
Him (laughing): And the sad thing is, none of us are it.
Me: Damn straight, and that’s where the other one percent of us come in. We’ve gotten beyond the white knight stage, and now we’re looking for someone who can carry a decent conversation, lift heavy things, and fuck reasonably well.
Him (still laughing): I don’t have to fuck reasonably well.
Me (jaw dropping): What?
Him: I play five different musical instruments. Watch this.
At this point, he puts both of his hands, palm up, over the bar, and proceeds to do something with his fingers that I didn’t even think was possible, much less could I ever manage to duplicate.
At that point, I agreed with his statement. Sad thing is, I couldn’t take him up on his offer, given that I was simultaneously on my period and recovering from a cold sore. He probably thinks I don’t want him at all, which is, after that demonstration, quite possibly the furthest thing from the truth I can think of.
That was quite possibly the coolest way I’ve ever been flirted with in my life.
