OK, my upstairs smells of an odd combo of honeysuckle and Idon'tknowwhat. I think it is the tree outside. It's about to go into its summer misting mode. It's not unpleasant, just unexpected.

I would only expect to be hit on as I go about my daily life, because all I do is go about my daily life. But it's not flattering. It's just living. How you do it makes it flattering or not. And mostly? Done wrong. Not that it's happened to me in a million years. But it doesn't happen to me in bars either.

linden maybe sara.

It is a linden tree. I just never knew they smelled.

Apparently the goal is casual sex? (Per the 15 minute rule or whatever -- the page eventually crashed IE.) Which I guess makes things easier? I mean, a woman who is open to meeting casual sex partners at the grocery store is probably pretty open to creepy lines, maybe?

a woman who is open to meeting casual sex partners at the grocery store is probably pretty open to creepy lines, maybe?

No.

Unless you meant some other woman.

I mean, I have no problem with casual sex hookups, but creepy lines are still creepy. If what you say is important (and the premise of the article is that it is), DON'T SAY THAT.

Of course, of course. This is yet another of those things that I figure is good in easily and quickly revealing Teh Nast.

I mean, I have no problem with casual sex hookups,

Obviously, I don't either....

I'm trying to remember the last time a guy tried to pick me up. That I noticed. It has been forever. There have been random guys striking up conversation, but maybe the lack of their creepy pickup lines meant I had no idea if they were talking or angling.

Last time I was at a bar with, like, other people in it I totally meant to make eye contact with strangers, but it always seemed to be a chore. And I really don't think I'm the sort of woman you just walk up to, unless it's the Comedy Festival.

Finally caught up on 400+ posts!

OMG -t, my thoughts and ~ma are with you.