A couple of people thought I may have been too hard on myself on my recent report card, especially in the Romance subject. It turns out they are wrong.
That very evening I went to go have dinner with my old friend, the Zombie Angel and catch up on times. On the way out of the diner she mentioned how cute it was that the waitress was flirting with me, and I was all "She was what?"
As far as I can tell, I lack the part of the brain that recognizes this spectrum of human interaction.
Seriously. You people need to tell me these things. While they're happening. If you don't want to just flat out say it where people can hear you, send me a text. I don't care if I'm sitting across the table and you don't like sending a message up into space just to get it three feet away. This is not about you.
You know what? I'm going to have business cards printed up that are solid green, and I'm going to pass them out to everyone I hang out with. So if you see someone flirting with me, pull the card out of your wallet, look at it nonchalantly, and put it back. You know, like your just trying to remember an address. When I see that, I'll know that someone around is trying to flirt with me.
I need your help, people. These poor women need your help, too.
We're counting on you.