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Love Life Introspective: No, I am Not a Slut

So, I’ve been really quiet again lately. That’s because I keep starting posts and not finishing them. And I keep not finishing them because things are going really well, almost too well to be able to write about it in any meaningful way.

Most importantly, The Traveling Progressive and I have been seeing quite a lot of each other. He has made me a delicious dinner, taken me out for a fancy dinner, and put me completely out of my element by taking me out on an ATV.

And he told me stories of baby TTP crashing four-wheelers.

When I recently discussed this with my parents, the differences in their reactions were startling.

Me: TTP took me to the [little, fancy, expensive restaurant in town] last night.

Dad: Oh? How was it?

Me: It was really good. . .blah blah blah.

But later, my conversation with my mom was more like this:

Me: TTP took me to the [little, fancy, expensive restaurant in town] last night.

Mom: And is he expecting any reciprocity in return?

Me: [dumbfounded look as I try to decide if she is talking about my taking TTP out sometime]

Mom: Well, you know most guys expect something in return for taking you out to a nice dinner.

Me: Or. . . not. Because that hasn’t happened.

Mom: You need to play hard to get.

Now, I don’t necessarily want to discuss my parents’ disparate reactions, or how weird it is that my mom chose to focus on whether or not I was sleeping with him while my dad just cared how dinner was. I also don’t want to talk about my mother’s passive comments like smirking at me when someone mention’s “fuck buddies” or straight up asking “who are you sleeping with now?” when I try to get my family to make plans in advance so I can plan the rest of my weekend. Continue reading

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Hello, Operator?

So, I’m starting to wonder if communication is not my strong suit. I don’t think this is actually true, but lately I feel like I’m genuinely having trouble getting through to the guys in my life.

My poor friends listen to me bitch so much, and multiple of them have been like “I just can’t keep track of these guys anymore.”

Yeah, welcome to my life, guys.

I’ve recently been chatting up with guy I met on OKCupid who also works at the same university I do. We’ve mostly texted but he seems very nice. He’s fun to talk to. He wanted to get together this weekend, but I already had a lot of other plans and needed to spend some time at my house. Given the last internet-spark date fiasco, I am totally fine with taking it a bit slower and not meeting up with people until I’ve talked to them for a while. He’s leaving to go out of town until school starts again at the end of August, so I guess that gives us plenty of opportunity to talk before deciding if meeting up is the way to go?

Anyways, in Am-I-Really-An-Awful-Communicator? News. . . Continue reading

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While I Was Out

All’s been quiet on the blog front for me. I took ten-day family vacation to the Rocky Mountains, and I’m feeling very refreshed (if a bit stressed) now that I’m back. The mountains were beautiful and there was so much delicious wine.

tyrion wine gif

But a week without any real responsibilities means that my mind has been on overdrive, thinking mostly about my romantic and sexual health. Continue reading

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When Did He Get Hot?

So, I recently met up with a friend from high school. We’re friends on Facebook, so I’ve seen the transformation he’s gone through over the past few years.

But seeing it in pictures and seeing it in real life are two very different things.


That’s all I have to say (but of course, I will say more).

This guy–we’ll call him The Cop because (a) that’s what he is and (b) that’s a fun name–and I were involved in some activities together, and he was always such a charming goofball. But in high school I was infatuated with this older asshole, so I never really paid much attention to the guys around me romantically (and the only time I did, it was a huge ordeal). So even though I always thought he was a cutie, I never looked at him as more than a friend.

But man. MAN. Oh. My. God.

I have a thing for arms. I know this about myself. And from the FB photos, I knew that The Cop has the most delicious arms.

So delicious, in fact, that they definitely distracted me from my meal a couple of times.

We had a wonderful conversation at a lunch, complete with two of my top flirting signals: playing with my hair and laughing while touching the side of my nose. I didn’t go to lunch thinking about flirting with him, but I’m pretty sure it happened.

When we finally parted ways, there was an amazing hug with what felt like a little shoulder caress and maybe that was intentional and maybe it wasn’t but clearly I am still thinking about that.

Now, I’ve spent the last two days wondering when The Cop became a date-able human. This is not to imply he was not date-able before, simply that now he is on my radar as someone who I would potentially find myself interested in dating.


And am I shallow? Does it make me shallow that now I’m finding him attractive? Or did I always flirt with him and just never know it before?

We were texting today, and I actually became horribly flustered at one point. Like, so much that I not only couldn’t respond to him, but I couldn’t participate in my conversation with my BFF and I couldn’t remember what I was looking for at the store. I still am not sure I’m totally over it:

When you misbehave I’ll make the orders, if I’m a student of yours you can order me around ;)”

Oh. My. God.

Now, the overly-analytical part of me is like “maybe that’s totally innocent” but the rest of me is like “yes, please, let’s discuss these scenarios.”

And so this a thing and I should probably work on not thinking about it.

Smith & Wesson Handcuffs

But we all know this is what I’m thinking about.

(Handcuff image from Fllickr user The.Comedian, used under Creative Commons license.)

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