From the SIRC Guide to Flirting (by Kate Fox):

“…men have a tendency to mistake friendly behaviour for sexual flirting. This is not because they are stupid or deluded, but because they tend to see the world in more sexual terms than women…”

Still true? I think so, but no mention is made of women’s tendency to mistake sexual flirting for friendly behaviour. Does that mean I’m the only naive idiot out there?

Listening to Alanis Morrissette. I’ve always thought she was too angry (in her angry, pre-Oprah days anyway). That she should just get over it. When someone’s a shithead to you, you don’t often get the satisfaction of making them regret it, because they’re a shithead.

This reminds me of something that came up last night at swing. Some of us were trading the-time-I-was-a-loser stories.

Personal example: I met J several years ago at a party. He was in hot pursuit from the get-go, but I wasn’t really interested. After a few parties of the same pursuit, I eventually grew to like him enough to give him my e-mail address (after all you can block a sender if he gets too annoying). As a first date we decided to join an organized day trip to Ottawa, planning to break away from the group and spend the day visiting the city together.

I show up at the bus depot a 7 am that Saturday, as understood. Not only is J not there, but one of his female friends is. She’s just as surprised to see me as I am to see her, and we quickly find out we’re both there because we’ve accepted J’s invitation to spend the day in Ottawa with him. Ah ben tabarnak.

She and I decide to go to Ottawa together, have a howling great day and stay friends. I never looked back. What’s the use?

Chill out Alanis… I’m popping in Elvis. At least “you ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog” sounds happy.