Flirting... Bleah
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elfsSo anyways, after J and I went to this men's party thingy thing Friday, I make this comment about how I thought someone was flirting with me and he says, "Nobody who knows you flirts with you anymore. You never notice."
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omahas and I went out to dinner with J and D, and the conversation came back to the same subject after J joked about it. D got a slight half-frown, half-smile (how does she do that?) when she said, "I've been flirting with him forever and no, he's never noticed." Then, looking at me, she said, "Sometimes I think I need one of those big Nerf bats just to get your attention."
"Really?" I said. "I never noticed."
Then Omaha elbows me in the ribs and says, "See? By the way, that was a flirt."
"It was?" I remained clueless.
Omaha looked up at J. "Do you still have that Nerf bat in the car?"
Sadly, we were later to learn, Nerf doesn't make Nerf bats anymore.
So here I am a day later, making dinner and wondering about that conversation. I'm making pasta and sauce.
1 large Mayan onion
4 cloves garlic
2 cans diced no-salt-added tomatoes
Tomato paste
Red wine
Basil, "Italian Seasoning," pepper.
Chop the onion and mince the garlic. For mincing, a hand-blender with a chopping attachment is excruciatingly useful, but I still do it by hand occasionally because I like the feel of inconsistency in my food. Saute onion and garlic in some fat (olive oil, butter-- I use bacon fat unless I'm making it for vegetarians-- about two tablespoons). While the saute' is going, put one can of tomatoes into a large bowl and mash with a potato masher. Add the other can, at least one tablespoon of tomato paste but more if you want it thicker, 1/2 to 2/3 cup red wine, 1 tbs basil (a little more if its fresh), 1/2 tbs seasoning, and maybe 1/2 tsp pepper-- to taste. When the saute' is done, about ten minutes, add in the tomato-wine mix. Bring to a boil, drop to a simmer and leave for 20 minutes. Freezes well.
I just happened to use a Mayan last night because it's all I had available on short notice. But you can use just about any decent large onion in the mix.
It was a lovely dinner, but I still wonder about that conversation. I wonder what it means that something apparently so fundamental to the way human beings interact is completely and utterly foreign to me. I don't know that I'm actually missing anything by not being able to read and respond to flirts, but still... sigh.
Oh! And the wine I had with tonight's dinner is... interesting. I was a big fan of syrah's long before the current craze, but it's nice to see importers bringing more and better vintages over. I got a 1.5 liter bottle of syrah from a vintner called "Yellow Tail Wines, Australia." It's a bit different from the Alice White syrah I last had. Very drinkable, but not nearly as heady. Fruity without being overwhelming like dessert wines. I kinda miss the way the Alice White curls about the sinuses as if it were investigating your brain, but the Yellow Tail is still quite good. Kudos to the lovely young ladies who suggested it to me.
Sadly, I can only allow myself a half-glass tonight. I've got my hands full with Kouryou-chan all by myself, and since I'm the only adult about I must be able to drive in an emergency. After dinner, I'm surely up for another challenging round of Candyland.
Mrrrrrppphhh! The impulses are almost overwhelming! Must! Not! Write! Candyland! Slash!
Later that weekend,
omahas and I went out to dinner with J and D, and the conversation came back to the same subject after J joked about it. D got a slight half-frown, half-smile (how does she do that?) when she said, "I've been flirting with him forever and no, he's never noticed." Then, looking at me, she said, "Sometimes I think I need one of those big Nerf bats just to get your attention.""Really?" I said. "I never noticed."
Then Omaha elbows me in the ribs and says, "See? By the way, that was a flirt."
"It was?" I remained clueless.
Omaha looked up at J. "Do you still have that Nerf bat in the car?"
Sadly, we were later to learn, Nerf doesn't make Nerf bats anymore.
So here I am a day later, making dinner and wondering about that conversation. I'm making pasta and sauce.
1 large Mayan onion
4 cloves garlic
2 cans diced no-salt-added tomatoes
Tomato paste
Red wine
Basil, "Italian Seasoning," pepper.
Chop the onion and mince the garlic. For mincing, a hand-blender with a chopping attachment is excruciatingly useful, but I still do it by hand occasionally because I like the feel of inconsistency in my food. Saute onion and garlic in some fat (olive oil, butter-- I use bacon fat unless I'm making it for vegetarians-- about two tablespoons). While the saute' is going, put one can of tomatoes into a large bowl and mash with a potato masher. Add the other can, at least one tablespoon of tomato paste but more if you want it thicker, 1/2 to 2/3 cup red wine, 1 tbs basil (a little more if its fresh), 1/2 tbs seasoning, and maybe 1/2 tsp pepper-- to taste. When the saute' is done, about ten minutes, add in the tomato-wine mix. Bring to a boil, drop to a simmer and leave for 20 minutes. Freezes well.
I just happened to use a Mayan last night because it's all I had available on short notice. But you can use just about any decent large onion in the mix.
It was a lovely dinner, but I still wonder about that conversation. I wonder what it means that something apparently so fundamental to the way human beings interact is completely and utterly foreign to me. I don't know that I'm actually missing anything by not being able to read and respond to flirts, but still... sigh.
Oh! And the wine I had with tonight's dinner is... interesting. I was a big fan of syrah's long before the current craze, but it's nice to see importers bringing more and better vintages over. I got a 1.5 liter bottle of syrah from a vintner called "Yellow Tail Wines, Australia." It's a bit different from the Alice White syrah I last had. Very drinkable, but not nearly as heady. Fruity without being overwhelming like dessert wines. I kinda miss the way the Alice White curls about the sinuses as if it were investigating your brain, but the Yellow Tail is still quite good. Kudos to the lovely young ladies who suggested it to me.
Sadly, I can only allow myself a half-glass tonight. I've got my hands full with Kouryou-chan all by myself, and since I'm the only adult about I must be able to drive in an emergency. After dinner, I'm surely up for another challenging round of Candyland.
Mrrrrrppphhh! The impulses are almost overwhelming! Must! Not! Write! Candyland! Slash!
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On flirting
This can be arranged, you know...
(And yes, I'm flirting with you, too! *wields clue-by-four*)
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Date: 2003-02-25 10:54 am (UTC)On a slightly more serious note, it sounds like "geek flirting" is the best way for people to get your attention. (Geek flirting being the direct, "hey, you're cute/interesting/sexy/humanoid/alive, want to get together sometime?" approach.) Somehow this does not surprise me. ;-)
BTW, if you like white wines at all, you should try one called Conundrum--it's a wonderful California white table wine; subtle, complex, fruity and spicy, neither too dry nor too sweet. It generally runs around $20/bottle. (Note: I usually don't like whites; for this one I make an exception.)
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Date: 2003-02-27 10:41 am (UTC)"So anyways, after J and I went to this men's party thingy thing Friday, I make this comment about how I thought someone was flirting with me and he says, "Nobody who knows you flirts with you anymore. You never notice.""
I did not say that, friend. I lamented *with* you that you don't notice, much like I fail to acknowledge and notice when someone pays me a compliment. People still flirt with you, friend. They have not given up. You are worth it.