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.
