learn to flirt

Of some sort. After much freaking out, I asked a friend of mine to ask his friend if he was interested in “hanging out” with me.

Pros: I’m taking charge of my flirting destiny!
Cons: I forgot the guy’s name and gave a similar, but wrong, name to my friend. Of course, now my friend has more fodder to poke fun at me.

Flirting is nerve-wracking.

The flirting went well while on holiday. However, now back here in the cold grey climes and it seems to have dampened my spark of “flirtiness”? (For lack of a better word)

The thing is, it wasn’t flirting as in the generic sense. I was just more amenable to behave confidently with other people, male and female alike. As mentioned before, I need to try and get some of that vacay mojo and insert it into daily life.

Argh!

I had a rather interesting flirting experience last week. Was at a bar with a co-worker (I followed her from one Happy Hour to another) and it turned out that she was meeting her fiancé and his co-workers, all boisterous men. One of them was particularly interesting and lo and behold, he found me interesting as well.

We flirted the evening away until I was called to another Happy Hour. He got my number, and I got a date. Woohoo for flirting! (And alcohol)

...I went to Seattle for the Columbus Day weekend to visit my brother and while wandering around sight-seeing, I had was visited by a call of nature and headed towards the nearest Starbucks, which in Seattle was a block away.

I stood online and there was this tall, dark and cute gentleman im-ing away on his Nokia sidekick. He smiled at me, I smiled back and he said “You can go ahead of me if you want.” I smile again and respond with thanks and then proceed to stand quietly, waiting for the facilities to become available. After a few moments, the guy turns to me and asks “Where are you from?” I reply, “I’m from New York.” He laughs (dimples man!) and says, “No, no, I meant your ethnicity.” I feel silly and then reply, “Well I guess I would be Indian.” He responds, “That’s hot,” with another smile.

At that moment the lavatory door opens.

Needless to say, when I come out, the moment passed. But there was a lot of smiling and exchanges of pleasantries while leaving.

So some flirting? More to come, I hope!

...tried flirting while at a Leonidas (the chocolatier; what is it with me and chocolate and flirting??)

It once again came off as more a nutritional exposé on chocolate than me wiggling my eyebrows at a cute guy. Well, he started it…so I must have looked approachable?

I tend to have this bulldog look on my face when I am out in public alone. I think that might be a deterrent to flirting, eh?

Baby steps? Or should I fling myself headlong into flirting? My biggest fear about this is that I might just end up looking like a jackass.

argh

unflirty.

I had ample opportunity to flirt last weekend, but alas I was having too much fun being a social butterfly (for once). So although the eye candy was aplenty, I didn’t make any effort.

I think I am putting off being flirty because I’m going on vacation in a few months and I usually do well away from the motherland. But I have a sneaking suspicion that flirting on vacation constitutes as cheating with respect to this goal.

Hmmmm…I wonder.

...emailing someone you barely know count?

...I am so not used to people flirting with me, or vice versa that it takes my friends to tell me that some guy was flirting with me to notice. For example:

I was at Veniero’s, this lovely italian bakery in the East Village, with my pals a.k.a. girlfriend’s, buying desserts to eat on the train ride home. I get to the counter and am chatting with my friend until the counter-guy comes up to take my order.

He’s this cute collegiate type, with a nice big smile and I tell him I want 5 chocolate covered cannoli’s. Of course, he wiggle’s his eyebrows at me and is like “you sure like the cannoli, eh” (insert suggestive grin). I, oblivious to him being flirtatious, embark on a conversation on the anti-oxidant properties of chocolate and how it could promote good heart health.

It was not until the guy was like “yeah, chocolate is good for promoting another thing” and whispers “SEX”. I then get the picture, blush and mumble. My friend tells me to get his number, but I am so embarrassed by my obliviousness to flirting that I smile, say thank you, pay for my cannoli’s and leave.

How do you like them apples?

I need help. And this is not the first time.