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Sep 2, 2009 - 12:02 AM |
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She Calls Me "Firefly" |
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So a girl at work has taken to flirting with me in a major way. I confess, I'm somewhat oblivious and don't always notice the minor hints women send. But I think I'd have to be autistic to overlook these flirtations. They're pretty overt. She isn't two seconds and two feet into the break room before she's sending me a little wave. She runs her finger right through the pile of ketchup I've poured out for my fries. She makes jokes about the massive amount of meat in my stromboli and gently pokes at me. She has a nickname for me, it's "Firefly." I don't know what this even means but whatever. I named her "Sparkplug." She liked it.
I'm amused by it all, mostly because I don't really know this girl and have very little emotional investment in her. It took me a week to figure out her name is Meagan. She's cute and all, in a geeky way. Her glasses have thick, black frames, and her ears stick out a little - like mine - but it's not repulsive or anything. And she's a redhead, which I approve of. But aside from these and a scant few other facts, such as that she drives a Pontiac Vibe, she's a mystery to me.
I really don't know what's going on, and for the first time, that doesn't bother me. She flirts, I flirt back. We duel with our cellphones like they were lightsabers and dumb stuff like that. I don't know what her intentions truly are, so for now, it's just a silly game. If she keeps it up, maybe I'll give it more consideration. We don't see each other that often; she gets stuck manning the supermarket's gas station kiosk and isn't even inside the actual store half the time.
I'm fairly surprised that I've been able to treat the whole thing so casually. I tend to get paranoid over women, afraid of making the wrong move and ultimately making no moves at all. This time, my reaction has been a shrug. Not that I wouldn't pursue her if she wanted it, but until that's more evident, it's enough to be noticed. The rest of my day is business as usual.
But she's fun to talk to and has a nice ass, so I'm interested in seeing where this is going, if it's going anywhere at all.
Response entries:
I Call Her "Taken" by Crash "Long-Winded Wrong Answer" Landon
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