I was just reading a thread on a LJ community by a woman who was, justifiably, pissed off because on two separate occasions, waitresses blatantly flirted with her husband in front of her.
Now I’ve been eating out regularly for more than twenty years and not once has any waitress ever flirted with me or even given me a second glance.
Nor has anyone else, in any setting: bookstore, supermarket, what have you.
I wonder if this proves that I’m, objectively, ugly.
Or is it, as I suspect, that I’m always by myself and no woman is ever going to approach a lone man unless he’s George Clooney-level handsome.
Just depresses me sometimes. Everyone would like to be able to at least pretend that someone on this planet finds them attractive.
I would guess you just can’t tell when women are flirting with you. I bet there are dozens of women out there right now who are all sad that they tried to pick you up but you were oblivious to their advances.
I wear slacks and a button-down shirt in winter, shorts and T-shirt in summer. And use deodorant every day.
Not unless just asking politely what I’ll be having, with the standard plastic customer-service smile, counts as flirting.
Hmm, well, I can’t think of the last time someone put her hand on my arm, twirled her hair while talking to me or used any other form of flirtatious body language.
Yeah, sometimes I really don’t like being a guy. (Mind you, I’d probably hate being an attractive woman and having to deal with jerks hitting on me when I want to be alone. )
Neidhart, I suggest you try a one-week experiment. We have a long history of experiments in the name of science here on the Dope, and you can join that legacy.
For the next week, eat out regularly, run a lot of errands, etc. Put yourself in the situations where this flirtation could logically happen. Then, make a conscious effort to make eye contact and smile at people, women included. IME this turns flirting on and off like a switch.
