I think juliana's hit it on the head, but Cash is right too, he should know better.

dead from the sexy

My work is done.

Is that always wrong? The ego stroke from being crushed on? Or is it because he's being so "My mouth is saying no, but my eyes are saying yes."

(((Gud))) Also? Whatever you just said? Hum in na.

Teppy, I--words fail. Did you slap him? I think I would have had to slap him.

Felicitations on the anniversary of your natal day, Nora! The rest of us are celebrating you today.

Jobma and injury and illness recovery-ma as needed and/or desired. Envy-coping ma, hugs, hairpats, every kind of good and pain--easing vibe to all my Bitches.

In quick to share my dream last night: JZ and I were driving (I was driving. She was not-spazzing-out-ing) along a route I know well but don't drive that often any more. It's the route I took last night to put me on the right side of the road to turn into the driveway of the restaurant where I met friends for dinner. It was the first time I'd driven it in possibly years, and was fresh in my dream-mind. But it's also very hilly and curvy, and reminiscent of highways in and around SF, so there's that connection.

She and I were discussing boys and cats, and talking smack about some construction workers along the way. Too bad it never really happened, it was great fun!

Textbook case of asymptotic distribution of eigenvalues for damped string equations

Now he's just showing off. Mmm, brains.

Why do so many of you doubt he could be clueless? I think he's completely in need of clues. I want to paint a blue paw print on Teppy's ass, and super-impose a lip print on top of that.

I refuse to believe that a 38-year-old man is unaware of the signals he's sending via his behavior. If he was attuned enough to pick up on the fact that I was interested in him, he's GOT to be aware of his own behavior.

Oh, no. No. No. No. No he doesn't.

Clue.less.

I suspect he doesn't want to be like those people who say, "I only think of you as a friend," and then go on to demonstrate that apparently their definition of friend means "Someone I avoid like the plague."

But shoulder rubbing? Clueless.

But shoulder rubbing? Clueless.

Probably thinking "Here I am with my buddy Teppy, doing innocent buddy things. We're just all good buddies and I'm not at all thinking boy-girl stuff, just hangin' with my bud."

This could be true. And some people are flirts.(I, personally, have to like somebody That Way to do that, and I wouldn't even know how without the Bitches, but this is not true of of everyone.)

I suspect he doesn't want to be like those people who say, "I only think of you as a friend," and then go on to demonstrate that apparently their definition of friend means "Someone I avoid like the plague."

t nods frantically

This. This makes sense. Though the preferred method used by guys with clues is awkward civility with absolutely no touching of any kind, and much awkwardness, for a month or two, followed by careful friendship, followed by both of you meeting someone else and getting married, allowing you to finally act like normal friends on the rare occasions your lives take you to the same end of I-90. (Like, I think we'd be really truly be great friends by now if it weren't for the whole thing where he and his wife are in Boston while Dylan and I are in Seattle.)

Maybe we should change "crush!boy" to an imperative?