I'm just a little cleavage monkey


“And what color are your eyes?”

Batting eyelashes, cute smile as I reach into the fridge to grab another beer. It was a smallish party. Guy I worked with was throwing a little soirée for his girlfriend.
Her flirt doesn't register. Most likely because I wasn't used to attention from attractive women, hell from any woman. Long periods of celibacy can have that effect. You push past the “My dick gets hard if the wind blows” point, to where you stop questioning why you aren't finding anyone. All your female friends tell you that you're a good guy, but none of them are interested in sleeping with you.

That's typically when you find someone.

Women can smell desperation, and if you're a geek, confidence can look like the lost city of Montazuma. You've heard about it, but you have absolutely no clue how to get there.

“Uh, I don't know.”

Which is true, mine shift from green to blue based on what I'm wearing and the ambient light. So I walk back into the hallway to finish my conversation with...

WTF? I think she was flirting with me. Yeah... she was flirting with me. I need to go talk to her.

I did, & she talked back. I don't know how, but I must have made some impression. She & I emailed back and forth, chatted (on the phone since this was pre-IM) a bit, and finally set up a date.

More on that another time.