Flirting... Bleah

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."

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.
( Elf's Pasta Sauce Recipe )

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!