Do you have a perverted face? Anything that might make her supremely uncomfortable and prone to avoiding you?
The only other option is obscure, somewhat disturbing non-sequiters. When she starts telling you about the restaurant she went out to last night, interrupt her with something like, “You know what I’ve always wanted to try? Monkey brains. Except they must be fresh…I mean *really * fresh.” And then leave it at that and walk away. Do that enough and she’ll probably stop attempting to converse with you.
:o :smack:
You never see it until someone else points it out.
In that vein, I can live without hearing another thing about US American primaries. Let me know when you have a new President - until then, I don’t care. I don’t think I am physically capable of caring less about whether Hillary or Barack are winning in Iowa.
A few weeks ago I met someone who moved from San Diego to Boston. I joked “You came here for the weather, right?” In fact, she did. No joke. And she was sick of that comment.
Oddly enough, I’ve met other people who have left San Diego for the weather. The one guy I can remember right now went back home to Wisconsin because he missed the snow.
I miss the snow sometimes too, but I’m content with driving an hour away to the mountains every couple of years. MMV, I guess.
Heh. My winter wardrobe consists of a single not-very-heavy sweater from Old Navy. I’ve worn it thrice since October.
Freak. I’ve never even seen snow, but I can’t imagine it’s worth driving and sliding all over the place on ice just to have a snowy winter. Couldn’t he just fly home once in a while?
I know-but i just don’t like sweltering hot days, and warm, humid nights. I miss the snow, and starlit winter nights. Skiing in fresh powder snow-that is wonderful!
Now, and we march into spring-I am dreading the return of:
-insects and bugs
-heat waves
-humidity
and summer traffic! For me, ideal would be :
-SPRING: 3 weeks of new leaves
-Summer; 3 weeks of mid-70’s dry weather-Fall-4 months of fall days
Winter:6 1/2 months of winter(snow), clear days cold nights
“Oh…So, I thought I’d have salmon for dinner tonight. What are you going to make?” And on and on with the unnecessary details.
Unfortunately, she never bothers to ask if it’s a bad time or cares that I’m working and I eventually have to interrupt her barrage of excess info to ask if I can call her on my way home.