OK. I’ve brought this up before, but it was more of a little mini-rant than a question.
I am totally, absolutely, completely oblivious to flirting. Short of, “Let me sit on your face”, I pretty much just don’t get it. Not that anybody’s ever just come up to me and said they wanted to sit on my face, but if it happened, I’d get the idea.
Anyway, I’ve been going to this new little coffee place on my way home from work the last few days. The same girl is there every day, and is always real nice, makes good coffee, etc. And has anybody noticed how you can’t get a “cup of coffee”? Every time I go to a new coffee house, I have to learn a whole new language. I’m lake a little kid pointing at stuff I want.
WGG (wannabe goth girl) - “What size do you want?”
Me - “Large”
WGG - “We don’t have large”
Me (pointing) - “Can I have that size?”
WGG - “That is called a Venti, sir.”
Me - “I thought Venti was the shorter one.”
WGG - “No, that’s a tall.”
Me -
But I digress. So I’m going to this new place every day on my way home and she makes me coffee. She always asks me how I’m doing and gives me a nice smile. Smiles are cool. Anyway, yesterday a friend was with me and we stopped by to wake up. She is nice as ever and we get back to my car. I’m informed at this point that she was flirting with me. Heavily. And that she wanted to sit on my face.
I made that last part up, but you get the idea. So, convinced that I’m clueless, and that Eric’s “in the know”, I decide to ask her out today. Side note: it is completely unlike me to do this. The only reason I’ve ever had girlfriends is because they were nice enough to chase me around throwing hints. When they tired of the hints, they all got real upset and asked me why I didn’t want to go out with them? Then I would, and they’d realize I’m just an idiot. I’m funny that way.
Today, completely out of character, I ask her for her phone number. No cheesy lines. Just a question. I was cut down. She was real nice about it, but it still sucked.
So, I have come to these 5 conclusions:
- I’m friggin’ clueless
- Eric is friggin’ clueless
- All my other friends think Eric is “in the know”
- Translation: They’re all friggin’ clueless
- Coffee house girl did not, in fact, want to sit on my face.
I come to the ladies now. How do I know when somebody’s flirting? I’m going to compile and extensive list and then I’m going to go test it out. Actually, I’ll probably have somebody else do it, and I’ll sit on the sidelines taking notes. Maybe some girl he tests will like note takers. Then I’d be all like, “oh yeah”. But not really. Because how many personals have you ever seen that say something like, “SWF seeks SWM. Must be caring, succesful and an excellent note taker.”?
Please fill me in on the secrets. I’ve got to know.