For me, when there is interest shown by another party, it can throw me into a sort of panic mode. In short, her mixed signals may be more about her than about you.
That. Also? Anne is me.
It's called a blaster, Will, a word that tends to discourage experimentation. Now, if it were called the Orgasmater, I'd be the first to try your basic button press approach.
Xander ,'Get It Done'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Shir - Oct 19, 2010 1:43:46 am PDT #6188 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
Nora Deirdre - Oct 19, 2010 4:32:19 am PDT #6189 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
For me, when there is interest shown by another party, it can throw me into a sort of panic mode.
AHAHAHA! Yes. Man, it took everything I had to not run away the first time the first chance I had after he kissed me on that fateful day.
ChiKat - Oct 19, 2010 4:50:52 am PDT #6190 of 30000
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
bonny, peace and love to you and yours.
Tep, I'm sorry about your uncle.
Fred Pete - Oct 19, 2010 5:16:49 am PDT #6191 of 30000
Ann, that's a ferret.
All sympathies, bonny.
sj - Oct 19, 2010 5:25:55 am PDT #6192 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Teppy, I'm so sorry to hear about your uncle.
bonny, I'm so sorry. Peace to you and your family.
lisah - Oct 19, 2010 5:32:50 am PDT #6193 of 30000
Punishingly Intricate
omnis, it could be that your co-worker is just feeling a bit conflicted about the idea of getting involved with someone in general. For me, when there is interest shown by another party, it can throw me into a sort of panic mode. In short, her mixed signals may be more about her than about you.
Yes, this, or she may want to stay in contact and be friends with you but is getting the sense that you want to date and she doesn't.
smonster - Oct 19, 2010 7:30:00 am PDT #6194 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Oh, bonny, you're having such a tough time. I'm so glad you and Niki have had each other in your lives. Peaceful passing~ma to her, and peace to you.
I think the message is getting through. But dang, seriously,the talking never stops with three of them. They're gone to lunch right now and it's blissfully peaceful. Pretty sure there's some ADHD in the mix, too.
Zenkitty - Oct 19, 2010 7:52:12 am PDT #6195 of 30000
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Peace and strength to you, bonny, and easy passing to Niki.
Teppy, sorry about your uncle. (Okay, that's three, universe. Stop it now.)
The only one I didn't was Midol or Pamprin because I took a while to realize that I could find pamabrom in some OTC diuretics. And that really helps menstrual backaches for me.
Wait, what? What is this pamabrom? I have horrendous cycle-related backaches, to the point I can hardly stand up. OTC painkillers don't touch it.
But dang, seriously,the talking never stops with three of them.
It's three people specifically doing this? Separate them.
smonster - Oct 19, 2010 8:05:19 am PDT #6196 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Not that easy right now. Not enough work, and frequently I need talk to all of them at once.
Sean K - Oct 19, 2010 8:12:36 am PDT #6197 of 30000
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
I swear, most daytime TV advertising can be boiled down to "Screw you, loser. You suck. Buy our product. It won't make you not a loser, but it's a step in the right direction." Unless, of course, it is a product aimed at retirees, in which case the message seems to be "Screw you, loser. You're DYING."
My personal favorite right now is the one for a pill for gout, which features a guy walking around carrying a GIANT BOTTLE OF URIC ACID with him everywhere he goes. Even after he starts taking the pill, the bottle shrinks, and fits into his satchel, but he still carries it with him everywhere he goes.
Screw you, loser. You're dying.