I think that it’s funny that i can be just as shy as the next guy down the line when it comes to flirting with someone, despite my big fat gossiping mouth. Ironic, really. Here i was assuming that i’d win out in the end because of my witty banter, but ever since we started stage managing together i have less and less to say to her. It’s as if mustering up my energy to be organized and professional has totally eliminated my ability to flirt. I think she can tell, actually — we have tiny verbal run-ins that she just incredulously watches me crash and burn. We had one tonight about a fire extinguisher; it was sheer torture. She’s friendly, we went on a spectacularly fun date, … we’ve had conversations. They’ve happened. Long, witty, winding conversations. Yet, all i can manage to do backstage is catch her glance and raise my eyebrows. Every time it happens there’s this awkward moment of silence, and then she returns a quizzical look to which i reply: “I’m practicing my telepathy.”
“I didn’t get the signal,” has been her usual reply.
Well… yeah. Obviously.
But, really, does anyone go straight from telepathy to making out?
Didn’t think so.
[…] I don’t really have a defined audience for this little escapade, you know? It’s just intended for anyone who wanders in off of the proverbial virtual street. I don’t say much about myself on my About page, i don’t have any “definitive” posts (though i do have a multi-thousand word “Best Of” section), and i don’t tend to give much background other than a backlink here or there — so it’s really up to the reader to define me through my words. I never really think about the introduction of a new reader to my page… how they define their context of me, or what they like about what i’m saying. They’re reading, so they must like something, right? What i do have, though, is a little mental check-list of people who aren’t reading. My mother. My associates in the Admissions Office. My roommates. It’s not as though i’m saying things that i wouldn’t ever let them hear, but i would probably be a little bit more tight-lipped with them around. Less about depression. Less about drinking. Less about house-issues. Of course, not everyone has such a tidy little category of subjects that i would edit out for them and every once in a while someone surprises me — either with their investigative ability or their interest in my life. On those occasions i have to mentally remove them from the list and say “Well, now i know they’re reading.” What the hell am i trying to say? Well, let’s just say this: my telepathy might not be quite up to snuff, but my ability to have people i’m trying to communicate telepathically with read my posts about failed telepathy without actually thinking about the ramifications of them reading not only those posts but also all other past and future posts about them … that ability seems to be working just fine. […]