Flirting is lame.
Well, let me preface this by saying I'm lame at flirting. Like...bad. Don't get me wrong. I get hit on, but reciprocating is hilarious. Or, even better, my friends will tell me when I'm being hit on because I have no clue. Someone checks me out, I think I have spinach in my teeth or I've spilled something. The way I grew up makes me quite the lovable socially awkward person I am.
I've never been the girl who scored free drinks by flirting with the bartender. Not for a lack of effort, but for a massive lack of talent. Watching women successfully flirt is incredible. They sashay up, push up their boobs, bat their eyes, and Voila! Here's what I do: Attempt to sashay up, fall because I'm concentrating too hard to walk correctly in heels, a boob pops out, I burp, a drink is spilled on me...any one of these things has occurred. Perhaps that's my charm. I'm the female version of Mr. Magoo. Blind as a bat, but at least I laugh like hell at myself. :) I can't say though I am really doing anything to meet people. I'm sort of a hermit. I don't mind bars, but think they're too loud. I hate clubbing because I dance like I'm stuck in a 1985 time-loop. I refuse to ever do internet dating because I'm not really that interested in dating. I'm interested in meeting people and I hear plenty of horror stories regarding internet sites. Last thing I need is to show up to a coffee house and meet the latest version of Ted Bundy or Aileen Wuornos.
Granted, I could knock the socks off of anyone if flirting involved any of the following:
1) Star Trek
2) Family Guy
3) Books...anything really (except Twilight novels)
4) My vast knowledge of all things related to subpoenas
5) Make-up (this tends to limit my audience)
6) ASL
7) Religion (I think religion is fascinating)
8) Music
9) etc...
I could go on and on with the nerdy things I love and are near and dear to my heart. But, my blog is getting long and my attention span short.
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