There is this guy in my office who flirts with me. Well, actually, he does that, "I'm not flirting with you" flirt, like he hangs around near where I am, playing it cool, talking about things not related to work (himself, mostly), to everyone but me, but loud enough for me to hear everything.
Boys are funny. Some of them just can't stand it if you don't acknowledge that they are special..
Given his style of flirting, I know that I don't have to ever worry about him actually asking me out or anything--he seems to be one of those that likes to sell himself and sell himself until he can convince me that he is worth my full and complete attention. The old "Wear Her Down" tactic. Did I mention that both of the men I was married to are sales people? How the hell do you think they got me to go out with them in the first place?
Never mind the fact that nothing screams Bad Idea like dating someone you work with--lets just put that aside for a moment. The fact is...I've dated this guy my whole life. I was married to him a couple of times, too. He talks about how awesome he is until he finally gets me to agree that yes, he is awesome, and we get together and then the entire relationship is all about his awesomeness.
I'm so over that.
I'm going to hold out for someone who thinks I am awesome. Risky, I know...it could be a long wait. I could very well be alone for the rest of my life. You know what? I really don't care.