Jesse
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I wasn't sure where to post this thread..
Today I went to Steak N Shake with 3 of my friends. Our waitress took our orders as usual, however she seemed pretty happy for 2 am. She was smiling and talking a lot.... Talking a lot to.. me. It made me uncomfortable. I thought to myself, "Why is she standing around here?". I thought, "Why is she talking to me so much?".
I was really anxious- I just wanted to leave immediately. She mentioned a party that a bunch of people were invited to and was asking me questions about random things. Somehow I managed to play it cool and was able to talk with her and make her laugh. I tried to wrap up the conversation, but she just kept talking and smiling.
Eventually I was able to pay and leave without too much trouble. I headed to my friend's house and thought about the past 30 minutes or so. I thought, "Was she flirting?". It really seemed like she was. It was hard to believe. I thought, "That's never happened before. Well maybe it has. Maybe I've never noticed it before."
I briefly spoke to my friend about it and he thought that she was flirting pretty obviously. It's hard to believe, but I guess it can happen. This disconnection I feel from everything must only be me. Nobody else must be able to sense it. Apparently I can exist in the love world just like everybody else. It's scary, but feels good at the same time.
Today I went to Steak N Shake with 3 of my friends. Our waitress took our orders as usual, however she seemed pretty happy for 2 am. She was smiling and talking a lot.... Talking a lot to.. me. It made me uncomfortable. I thought to myself, "Why is she standing around here?". I thought, "Why is she talking to me so much?".
I was really anxious- I just wanted to leave immediately. She mentioned a party that a bunch of people were invited to and was asking me questions about random things. Somehow I managed to play it cool and was able to talk with her and make her laugh. I tried to wrap up the conversation, but she just kept talking and smiling.
Eventually I was able to pay and leave without too much trouble. I headed to my friend's house and thought about the past 30 minutes or so. I thought, "Was she flirting?". It really seemed like she was. It was hard to believe. I thought, "That's never happened before. Well maybe it has. Maybe I've never noticed it before."
I briefly spoke to my friend about it and he thought that she was flirting pretty obviously. It's hard to believe, but I guess it can happen. This disconnection I feel from everything must only be me. Nobody else must be able to sense it. Apparently I can exist in the love world just like everybody else. It's scary, but feels good at the same time.