I am notorious for being the girl that has no idea she’s being hit on. I meet someone, talk with them, laugh with them, laugh at stupid jokes (because they’re funny, duh), graciously accept compliments and all the while have no idea that someone might actually be flirting with me. Unless it’s those sixty year old men, they’re pretty obvious. And no, not in a good way.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I can do my share of flirting. I am very aware of this. I have tried and true flirting practices that even when minimally successful, get the job done. Or at least in my mind, they do. It’s sort of like a hobby, even when it’s bad, it’s good. Or a bad habit, but we’ll not go there.
But then there’s me, not as the flirter but the flirtee. I used to be almost afraid of flirting, or being flirted with, rather. I didn’t know what to say or where to look and, my gosh, when did my hands start getting in the way all the time so I’d just sort of play along and hope for the best. Then sixth grade graduation came (ha! Exaggerating. A little.) and something magically happened to me (hormones?) and I was no longer afraid of it. Rather, I became oblivious to it.
Now we all know I don’t go around the Internet talkin‘ up the dates and what not, that’s just not me. First, some things are just mine and second, well the “line at my door” my grandma always used to talk about just, ummm, how do you say… isn’t. Nonetheless, we carry on. Or at least I think I do. And I go to coffee shops and happy hours and running events and travel and hang out with my friends and always end up hearing phrases like “what’s wrong with you? That guy was totally flirting with you!” And I’m all “Wha? Huh?” And my friends are all “Uhh, yeah.” And then they smack me and then we all laugh at me. Because it’s funny, except when it’s later and I think about it. I question myself and think oh no, WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?
I usually come to the conclusion that nothing is really wrong, as I don’t really believe in “fixing” these kinds of things. Addictions? Yes. Bad habits? Yes. I’m all for self-improvement. But personality? Eh, I don’t know. I mean, yes, I could be more aware. But I usually feel I’m aware every day. A few days ago I noticed the woman at the toll booth got her hair cut and I don’t even use that toll booth. I notice things. Just not this.
So guess I could ask what you would do? How do you know someone’s hitting on you? How do you “hit back?”
I’m expecting some earth-shattering answers here, really. Because as of now I’m just going with the assumption that some people just haven’t been good flirters with me. Yeah, I’ll let you know how that approach works out.
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