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.

See, I think a lot of the misanthropy on this board is really social inhibition gone sour.

1. I am a misanthrope because PEOPLE SUCK, not because I'm socially retarded. At least 90% of the world annoys the CRAP out of me. I don't want to talk to them, much less flirt with them. I'm *picky,* not socially inhibited.

2. When I flirt-with-NO-intent, it tends to be with people who are damn well aware that there is no intent. Because I don't want people assuming intent where there is none.

3. In the past year I've gotten way pickier about my boundaries -- as in, physical interaction -- which many people at the SF2F got a taste of. (Er, sorry, but I don't know how to say "Please don't assume that because Person A hugged me that I want EVERYONE to hug me!" Or, you know, randomly grope me. My comfort level with that is pretty low, actually.)

So it took a full out kiss that suprised the hell out of me, followed by dinner and a discussion about Having A relationship (which, um, was more fun than it sounds, 'cause, Relationship! With Tom! Yay!) to get me aware at ALL that maybe he liked me a little bit, even, in That Way.

Dude, Nora & Tom are SO! CUTE! together. I have the world's biggest couple-crush on them.

Just reading for fun, or being Ple's Beta Bitch?

Rereading a lot of due South fic. I was due for a re-up.

I like to flirt, but I have to rest the waters first. Without necessarily being picky, I do have a kind of criterion for being able to flirt--people who get my sense of humor, for example, or people who like to argue in that way...that's how I can usually know that we'll get along in that teasing/flirty sort of way.

I am a misanthrope because PEOPLE SUCK, not because I'm socially retarded. At least 90% of the world annoys the CRAP out of me. I don't want to talk to them, much less flirt with them. I'm *picky,* not socially inhibited.

I take it back. You're totally Misanthrope of the Week.

I take it back. You're totally Misanthrope of the Week.

My misanthropy has valid reasons, yo.

I like *some* people -- surely that's pro-anthropic, right?

(Do I get a plaque for being Misanthrope of the Week? Maybe a special parking space, far away from the madding crowd?)

I am a misanthrope because PEOPLE SUCK, not because I'm socially retarded. At least 90% of the world annoys the CRAP out of me. I don't want to talk to them, much less flirt with them. I'm *picky,* not socially inhibited.

Wrod. If you talk to people, then they want to talk to you, and you only talked to them for a specific purpose, and they now think that you'd rather talk to them instead of reading that damned good book you brought to lunch.

People. Feh.

(Do I get a plaque for being Misanthrope of the Week? Maybe a special parking space, far away from the madding crowd?)

You should get an engraved Taser.

t still not here