So, a few days ago I was bitching about the stalker-like tendencies of Stealth Dater Boy. Every Wednesday night, I get together with some interesting/strange/funny people from work at a local restaurant to socialize, eat, and drink beer. (Or not, depending. I’m not so much about the beer. Beer=cat pee-pee). I arrived last night, knowing my fun will always be diminished somewhat by SDB, who also attends the event and insists on either sitting next to me or talking loudly at me down the table. Ew.
Yesterday was different, though. One of our music professors brought a friend with him. I thought to myself as we were introduced that he was kinda cute. So, woo-hoo. Eye-candy. Then, I got to thinking about the sage advice of Jill Monroe when she suggested I flirt in front of SDB. Of course, I get to kill two birds with one stone here, flirt with a cute boy and thwart the efforts of SDB. Nice!
The good news, cute boy, who shall now be know as The Music Man (don’t ask) was totally up for it. I did something girlie and flirtatious (I won’t say what, because I’m mildly embarrassed by my dumb-girlie-moment) and he called me on it. I told him that calling me on my flirtation was totally not the way to get a girl to flirt with him. I think he was slightly shocked that I was that open about it. After that, the game was so on. We were so obvious and in-your-face about the flirtation, nobody could have missed it. Sigh. Except, you guessed it, SDB. Gaaah!!! (In fact, The Music Man mentioned while SDB was on a potty break that at first he thought the two of us were together. My response: “He only wishes.”)
Ah, well. Can’t say I didn’t try. At least I got a fun evening of flirtation with The Music Man out of it.
