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No flirting zone

The Flirtation
Yeah, I so can't do the whole flirtation thing. I really REALLY shouldn't even try. (Image via Wikipedia)

So now we’ve established that I am dismal at flirting, and more generally at using body language to send signals that anyone could be reasonably expected to understand.

Having already hidden from any new man I’m interested in, and attracted the ones I’m afraid of, now let’s rachet up the failure by sending false signals to men I’m friends with, too. Continue reading “No flirting zone”


Financial machismo

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The boy is not making any meaningful strides in the great mortgage application debacle, but he’s retaining his sanity. For the most part. Other than a stated desire to drink like a fish on the weekends.

I call him on my way home, and tell him I’m getting ready for my visit. I’m standing in front of the ATM, with the din of the grocery store all around me, and I ask him idly how much cash I should bring with me. Continue reading “Financial machismo”