Doyle ,'Life of the Party'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
And I'm like, PEOPLE HAVE LIVES. THEY DON'T NEED ME IN THEM.
That's where you are wrong, Mr. Cow. Lives are better with people in them.
See, I think a lot of the misanthropy on this board is really social inhibition gone sour.
"It's stressful meeting people! Aww, fuck it, who needs 'em. I've got my DVDs to keep me warm."
I'm very good at flirting. The problem lies when someone is Flirting With Intent - I just assume that everyone flirts as naturally as breathing, so it doesn't mean anything. This has caused much amusement amongst my friends.
It's stressful meeting people!
It's not so much stressful as I don't want to bother people.
"It's stressful meeting people! Aww, fuck it, who needs 'em. I've got my DVDs to keep me warm."
Hec, I didn't realize we had already met!
I've forgotten how to flirt. If I ever knew how. I was a cavegirl when I was in the Navy: want, take, have. Very few guys resisted. Now, I find myself having to flirt and I get scared, it's not something I really know how to do.
I'm very good at flirting.
You also have a wonderful gift for understatement.
I tend to think guys are just being friendly, because in my head no one could possibly want me so therefore he doesn't.
a-yup. I'm fun to be around, level headed in a crisis, and know how to throw a party. So, I get why people want to hang out with me. Date me? I have no idea why anyone would want to do that. It's a disconnect, I know
And I flirt like a mad thing. I know how to flirt, but since I flirt without intention, I assume that other people do as well. eta: Juliana knows!
The problem lies when someone is Flirting With Intent - I just assume that everyone flirts as naturally as breathing, so it doesn't mean anything. This has caused much amusement amongst my friends.
I have never been able to figure out the difference between flirting for fun and flirting with intent.
~baby ma for B.
My misanthropy comes from people asking or saying things so deeply stupid, I cannot answer because my brain rebels at the idea that anyone could ask over the phone, while looking for your office building, "Yeah, are y'all on this street right here?" and then after being told "I don't know which street you mean," replying "THE ONE IN FRONT OF ME!!" Also was just asked if we were located near a lot of buildings.
sigh
Perhaps my turn as a hoor will catapult me to superstardom, and I can use this experience in my role as the leading lady in the next Rob Schnider picture.
~ma for B and baby-B.