flirtation: (flur-tae'shun) the intrigues and politics of showing romantic interest in someone

cock-blocking (kohk-blohk-ing) interefering and preventing persual of flirtation.

Maude had to stop herself from saying, "You are so cute!". I don't care if I've heard it a million times. I don't care if you've said it a million times. I don't care if you can tell I've heard it a million times. I like it. Just say it, it makes me smile.

She reminded me of another girl that I'm interested in, so I let it go after the intial cock-blocking, wherein two of my "friends" John and Eric, saw her flirt with me, and think they had a hope in hell, jumping on a very slight pause in our conversation, frightening her, getting quickly shut down. (John apologized later)

On another topic, I now realize why John and Eric never have girlfriends: as much as they talk a good game, they are lying their asses off about past encounters. I have to wonder if they really know what they are doing.

Also, I saw at least two girls that were horrified and shaken, in a bad way(on separate nights) after Eric pulled them into the bathroom and tried to kiss them. I call it 'victimization', and he calls it 'making out'.

To my mind, making out involves a willing partner.

Five or six girls, one at a time watched me in the hot-tub, as I wound my night down. They would pause by the sliding door to the house. It was entertaining, the gape eyed look of lust and amusement, as I soaked, and moved about the tub. Whenever I got up to get something and had to reach out, a girl was there, admiring, getting caught watching me, turning away after a second with flushed cheeks. I loved the attention. But none of them were right for me.

I was wearing my Italian swimsuit, which I got in Rome, by the square of the people, or some nonesense.

Its a pair of tight trunk style (sort-of like bike shorts sans padding and length), that make me look like a seventies porn star, according to my brother.

Hey, its European. Besides, I put work into my body, and am not ashamed of it.

Roomie cockblocked me with another girl. She was pretty, young, and looked like a nice girl. She went to go get a drink. Roomie lured her into his room post-haste, with very little flirtation evident(presumeably on the pretense of locating something in his room for her...be it shorts and a shirt for the hot-tub, or a book (most likely) that he had been reading), and I think tried to lay one one her. She came out of there pissed-off, bitter, and definitely not in the same frame of mind.

Actually, I was cock-blocked twice with this girl. My brother and his fiance' sat down, interrupting conversation, and my brother immediately began contradicting her every word, attempting to talk over the both of us.

And after all of that, she still came back. She must of liked me. She looked rattled. It seemed like a cat climbing back into my lap that was completly frazzled. You sit, pet it a very little bit in the hopes of it relaxing, and when it bolts, you let it go. No sudden movements. No telling what could happen.

John attempted to cock block me with a third girl, to no avail. She'd already asked me for my cell-phone number(I unhooked my cell a long time ago) , and has watched me for awhile, making eyes more frequently. However, in this case, I wish he would have. I think she's cut from the same vindictive cloth as Shelia, with which I want nothing to do with this mentality. There are no scorecards in my relationships. There is no room for tit-for-tat. (unless I can find some tat, and trade it in for the other stuff.)

And the alpha female of the girls' clique, Kris, who traveled back home with her boyfriend, watched me a lot. A whole lot. Wherever I was. And when I got out of the tub, and came in shirtless, she couldn't even make eye contact with me.

I ran into her in the stairwell earlier. She got that faraway look in her eyes as my deep voice filled the stairwell. I could've pushed it but, no.

Really, the only girl there that might've been right for me was Maude, and I may only feel that way because she reminded me of someone else, and that's just not fair to her.

A couple of other girls groped me, but definitely weren't for what I was looking.