Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
by krisis
blah. The hardest fucking thing in the world is making an 88×31 button, like the ones found here. I’ll offer sexual favours to anyone who makes me a pretty button… errr… strike that. Lemme try it once or twice myself before i start selling my body in exchange for services rendered.
by krisis
Oh, yes, back to flirting. So, as you may have heard from me, i am currently a vegetarian in the process of falling off the wagon. I was never vehemently vegetarian, just doing it for a new kind of variety, and now i’ve decided i am ready to go back to chicken. She loves chicken sandwhiches from a takeout place a few blocks from here. I’m going to ask her if she’d like to get a late lunch, my treat. It won’t be a date, but it’s practically like offering her my virginity. err… I mean,… i don’t eat meat with just anyone…
by krisis
So, okay, in the most passive agressive move of all, i can safely flirt with anyone i want from my actual life from the saftey of my blogger because i know that none of them ever go to my website without a lot of begging and pleading involved. But, why waste time flirting with someone who you’ve been flirting with for over a year, who plain isn’t interested, and who you want to be friends with anyway? I’m not sure… we’ve had some moments, and i am the type to just take a moment and twist it around in my head and turn it into us getting married and moving to England. I shouldn’t have to start all over finding someone new to get to like…
by krisis
Hitting on me is very flattering, to be sure, and i usually don’t even mind when people who aren’t my type hit on me. However, in the “not my type” category, way too many gay men have been flirting with me lately. I’m not sure if i’m putting off pheremones or something, but i’m starting to feel a bit uncomfortable. Today at work i was alone in the store and a totally unescapable head on flirting collision occurred. One of my customers just kept talking and talking at me (“Are you from Philly?” “Oh, i’m not from here, but i love this city, don’t you?”) even after i had gotten him coffee, given him change, and made the requisite idle chatter. Only very favourite customers get to hang around and chat any longer than that unless they’ve hit upon some delightful subject. And trust me, he hadn’t.
Now, i’m not sure if any of the 20-thru-30-something men stop to think about this, but i’m only 19, and by the most exaggerated account i might be 21 (based on how i “conduct myself). More likely, if i shaved a few key spots i could easily be making huge bucks being passed off as child pornography. I know that might be rather titilating, but between my relative youth and my being straight, the gay guys are working a few of my mid-to-last nerves.
And i’m flattered, of course.
by krisis
tee-hee-hee
Zakh: I dont cyber.
krisisPM: PLEASE!? i want you so bad. youre so hot.
Zakh: oh..
You’re not quite my type, babe, as cute as you may be. But, if i ever switch teams i’ll give you a call, though i’m sure you’d be out of my league.
:P