Rule of Thumb: It's better to compliment somebody on something they did, rather than something that they are.

I generally will compliment somebody on their style over their physical beauty. This is generally better received anyway, as "baby you so fine" qualifies as "hitting on."

I forgot the ~ma!

Much ~ma for you, Gris, and a little rest for the sickies.

And baby~ma for B!

Yeah, but it's like House got the cane, and now he can be a moody fucker full-time, like it comes with the parking spaces.(It kind of does, but I signed a confidentiality agreement, so I shouldn't say anything.) The world is House's newbie.

I'm pretty good at socializing and talking with people. I just have no concept of when people are flirting with me.

And I'm Ailleann. Also juliana, because I flirt even when I don't realize I'm flirting (apparently) but can never tell when someone else flirting Means It.

We're all hot. People should totally flirt with us.

flirt flirt flirt.

I loved the House episode of Scrubs. Cox is waving at the cameras saying there are no cameras here! and one of the interns looks at the camera like Aroo? They even gave Cox a cane.

was sending the mad signals in every which way that he liked me (though in my defense, he is a shy Brit, so the signals were... muted).

BWAH-HA-HA-HA!

Apparently Tom and Pete are related in some way.

Baby~ma for B!

The world is House's newbie.

Bwah! Exactly!

Very few people flirt with or hit on me. But I've dialed back my receptive and friendly...like a lot since college and being set upon by The Krazy Khristians. Or maybe it shows that I know how many ways there are to dismember someone. Maybe sometimes I look with Suspect Face. Or maybe I'm more like both those doctors then I think. Maybe I greet every day with a hearty "Look alive, Fiona. Show some stones out there." And even friendlies are left wondering who the fuck Fiona is.

Apparently, juliana and Vortex are me, or I am them. Sweet! It's the power of three. Heaven help the males of the species.

I didn't need to decipher DH's intentions. He made them very clear, not in a good way, and I proceeded to deliberately ignore him in the hopes that he would just go away. He finally did. Eight months later, we ran into each other at a hockey game, and he learned some subtlety. That was all she wrote. Now, of course, we're married and hardly ever see each other.

Labor~ma to B. Good thoughts to E too.

edit: And ~ma and lots of punctuation to Gris. I'm sorry for the suckiness.

Apparently Tom and Pete are related in some way.

aren't all british people related?

Now, come on... it's not Deliveranceshire, you know.