I’m borrowing these.
“I hate you so much right now”
I’m borrowing these.
“I hate you so much right now”
For those of you following my goings on (Hi Mom!), you may have read some comments on my previous post, and been curious.
Yes, there was an . . . . Incident.
There’s this guy my friends and I all know, and he is cute, and he is off the market. He’s also a flirt. And in this tongue in cheek, campy performance, he was fake canoodling with two of my friends and myself at a bar the other night. He was literally standing in the middle of us, and giving us each bedroom eyes in turn. Only they weren’t bedroom eyes; they were “Bedroom Eyes” wherein those quotes represent air quotes, so, you know, he was REALLY serious. SYKE!
And in the spirit of the over the topness, I did graze his crotch with my elbow. Or, as they say, his penis with my weenis.
So, yeah, I guess one could say that I was effectively flirting with him . . . but in the way that I usually reserve for flirting with gay guys, to be honest.
I still maintain that I suck at flirting.