So I know I've had problems in the past with mistaken identity. If you recall an older blog post about the hunky guy I was eyeing at the park... the one that turned out to be a FEMALE... well... I did it again. Only this time I did it even BETTER.
I was leaving the office last night, walking down the sidewalk to the parking lot. I saw a man and a couple of kids walking toward me. I swore I knew this man. I swore I not only KNEW this man, I liked this man, and I swore not only did I know him and LIKE him, I like to flirt with him.
Yes. I admit it. I flirt. Outrageously. But that's not the issue here.
So before I know it, my flirt instinct pops out and I give this guy a huge smile, a come-hither look, tossing my hair and thrusting the tatas. You know, typical flirt stance.
He looks at me, and gives me a HUGE smile back... and I'm quite certain there was a come-hither look in HIS eyes also, except they were hidden behind sunglasses. It's at this point I realize I do not know this man.
He is a stranger. You would think the fact that he had small kids with him would have tipped me off. Since the man I thought he was has 2 kids in college. But that's beside the point.
At the same moment my brain is registering
OMG I DON'T KNOW YOU, HIS brain is registering
OMG THIS WOMAN WANTS TO JUMP MY BONES. I turned a most lovely shade of purple and speedwalked to my car.
These things only happen to me. I'm not sure why. Probably just so I can amuse my friends by letting them laugh at me.
