Oh Merlin. You know, sometimes, I'm just the thickest fucking fuck. Why is it, Peepers, that I cannot see when guys are flirting with me?! It's not like I never can. But there are really moments where I'm about as smooth as the Grand Canyon.
Seriously. I'm the girl who goes "Oh, you're actually doing it. Okay.." when a guy is about to kiss me. I'm the girl who's like "I really admire the style of the offer, but I'm gonna have to say no. Is that okay?".... /Is that okay?/ Yeah. I know.
And tonight, I was the girl who got a compliment and went "If you keep it up, I'm gonna have to assume you're flirting with me." Yes, ladybugs and gentlestuds, I called a guy out on his attempt at flirting. His attempt at beating me over the head with a fucking stick to make me notice. And I go ahead, smooth as fuck, and basically throw a neonsign on him, point and giggle and go "Oh THAT'S what you're doing?!"
For Circe's sake. It's fine, cause I'm not interested in him, so it's not like I blew something important. I'm just incredibly impressed with my own lack of skills, here. Call out a boy on his feelers. He was testing the waters, it was so obvious on hindsight. And I think he has had an interest for a while. But because I'm about as elegant as a blind infant giraffe, I decided to point spotlights at him the second it dawned on me.
I deserve a fucking prize.
Yeah. So that's that.
He kept flirting though.
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