I think that it’s funny that i can be just as shy as the next guy down the line when it comes to flirting with someone, despite my big fat gossiping mouth. Ironic, really. Here i was assuming that i’d win out in the end because of my witty banter, but ever since we started stage managing together i have less and less to say to her. It’s as if mustering up my energy to be organized and professional has totally eliminated my ability to flirt. I think she can tell, actually — we have tiny verbal run-ins that she just incredulously watches me crash and burn. We had one tonight about a fire extinguisher; it was sheer torture. She’s friendly, we went on a spectacularly fun date, … we’ve had conversations. They’ve happened. Long, witty, winding conversations. Yet, all i can manage to do backstage is catch her glance and raise my eyebrows. Every time it happens there’s this awkward moment of silence, and then she returns a quizzical look to which i reply: “I’m practicing my telepathy.”
“I didn’t get the signal,” has been her usual reply.
Well… yeah. Obviously.
But, really, does anyone go straight from telepathy to making out?
Didn’t think so.