Buffybot ,'Dirty Girls'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Very, very me. So much so that I asked my mom (the psych-nurse) if I were anywhere on the Asperger's spectrum.
She said no, they'd had me evaluated as a child, and I was just a clueless asshole sometimes. (THANKS MOM)
OMG I love you, SH. I must COMM this.
I think I forgot to say happy birthday to Sox. Happy Belated Birthday, Sox!
Poor technologically challenged pets. Poor askye. Poor bonny.
Re: flirting -- I have no problem flirting if I don't have anything invested in the other person, but when it's high-stakes, I have a harder time.
For instance, if I *really* like the person, I have a hard time flirting, because OMG, what if I screw it up, come on too strong, or say the wrong thing, and then they won't like me?!?
But if it's just casual, I'm cool with it. And also, if it's someone with whom I know nothing is going to happen (married/en-coupled friends, for example), I'm cool with flirting, because, again, I'm not deeply emotionally invested in the outcome.
Does that make me shallow?
Does that make me shallow?
No! Exactly the opposite, IMO: it makes you RATIONAL. (And who doesn't like to be flirted with, ESPECIALLY from safety? Wonderful ego-boost, and there's no messy afterburn either!)
Pix - I love my mom, I really do. She gets me, and she makes me LAUGH. And she got that what I was REALLY asking was, "Can I somehow AVOID taking responsibility for screwing up royally? PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE?" and she pulled out the parental rolled-up newspaper and thwacked me. As she should. :)
Rut row. Long line. Rumored sold out. Didn't buy tickets ahead of time.
Bugger. Good luck, Omnis!
For instance, if I *really* like the person, I have a hard time flirting, because OMG, what if I screw it up, come on too strong, or say the wrong thing, and then they won't like me?!?
I'm the opposite. (which is a rarity when it comes too you and me Tep!) I think I sometimes dare the other person to take me as I am, by coming on much too strong. Then, when they ease away cautiously, I feel as if I've dodged a bullet.
I used to be a real pursuer, trying to convince a potential of all my great qualities. Or, per the rescuer fetish, why they needed me. Now, I really, really want to find someone who just wants me...rather than needs. Or, I'll take what's behind the empty curtain.
I am home. The event was over capacity. I waited in the 98°f hot sun for 35 minutes. I tried to break free from my shy shackles and go to an event solo. Cest la vie, right? Looks like I might be joining some friends for roller derby tonight. Ya think I should wear the snog shirt?
StuntHusband: Very, very me. So much so that I asked my mom (the psych-nurse) if I were anywhere on the Asperger's spectrum.
She said no, they'd had me evaluated as a child, and I was just a clueless asshole sometimes. (THANKS MOM)
If I had ever become a mom, I hope I'd have been like SH's mom. Love this.
Looks like I might be joining some friends for roller derby tonight. Ya think I should wear the snog shirt?
What's the worst that could happen?