So on Friday night at holiday party #1, I had a great time. I felt lovely and sparkly and pretty, and it was good to see friends old and new. One of these friends was a co-worker I hadn't seen in many months. Nice guy. We talked a lot and ended up at the same table for most of the night.
Now for the record, I'm a flirtatious person by nature. Add in a version of me that feels extra pretty and sparkly, and I'm even more so a flirt. So I was probably flirting with him a little, but it was all innocuous.
Well, at some point, he started putting his hand on my back every time we walked to get food or drinks. Umm, huh? I started spending more time away from our table after that because I wasn't into it. We danced in a group later on, but never just on our own, I made sure of that.
On Sunday a mutual friend texted me and told me that this guy was asking for my number, and was it okay to give it to him. "Nope!" I replied quickly. I thanked him for checking, and shook my head.
Can a girl seriously not just flirt with someone in a totally harmless manner without a guy misconstruing it as interest? I was a social butterfly that evening, he was just one of the flowers I alighted upon. AHEM, sir: I'm not interested in you romantically. You don't need my phone number.
More and more, the older I get and the more I do this whole dating thing, the more I realize that so many of the stereotypes foisted upon women are things that men are just as guilty of. In my world lately, men are the desperate ones, searching wildly for commitment and men are the over eager ones misconstruing simple flirting for interest.
This Bluemoon does not need to fall in love with every person she flirts with. She doesn't need to feign interest in every nice person who expresses interest. She can dance with who she wants to dance with and go home alone and the world continues to turn, just as it did before. :-)