On why I love Fridays and friends

Ready to kick off a long weekend at our favorite bar, NotCarrie, NotCharlotte and I grabbed NotGraceful and headed down to Fredericksburg to meet up with a couple of NotCarrie’s other Not characters and imbibe in the ambiance of Spirits.

The stresses of the previous week melted away as we took advantage of $2 kamikazes and began sipping that first Jack & Coke. As is typical for Spirits, you stand around long enough and a random assortment of characters find their way to you. NotShorty (we’re talking 6’8’’ here, people) adopted our group early on. Finally, being the oldest in our group got me something as NotShorty swore he was at least 10 years older than everyone present. Shocked I was 31, I smiled as I took the drink as my prize.

Several drinks later, our flirt-o-meters were off the charts and the conversation (and night) took a turn for the interesting. Why don’t we do this “choose your own adventure” style? Which Friday night shenanigan do you want to read about?

- NotGraceful claimed you couldn’t get a hickie from biting, so I proved him wrong*.
- I turn around and NotCarrie had somehow wound up in a conversation that involved guessing what her cup size is.
- Me winding up tipsy enough to end up with my tongue in NotShorty’s mouth in the middle of the bar but not drunk enough to take him up on the ride home from his place the next morning.
- NotCarrie explaining to NotGraceful what steamrolling is in her front yard.
- Sticking my head out the window barreling down I-66 while kissing on the outside of the car.
- Losing both my flip flops and my cell phone as I attempted to ford a river.
- Strip poker until 5 am in the morning.

And that’s just my evening. Curious?


*Poor guy is still wearing a bandaid to work ; )

Too Flirty And Suggestive? Is There Such A Thing!?

Sometimes it's too easy. The opening in the conversation is there and I just have to say the next thing that wants to come out of my mouth. Oh, and it's always flirty, of course. Suggestive even, at times. It's almost habit now. I can formulate the line as the conversation goes on and when the timing is right, I slip it in for the reaction.

I've been wondering lately, though, if I'm letting these come ons and suggestive replies out into my regular conversations too often. I am afraid they're losing their effect and validity. Like, it's just going in one ear and out the other with the people with whom I'm serious. The other day I said to someone something to the effect of "making him feel better...in the back." (And NO, I'm not talking anal-omg. I was referring to the backroom of where we were located.) He barely flinched, though. Either he didn't 'get' what I was saying, or these replies have become way too common for me.

And it's not like I always expect a reaction when I flirt or really expect the recipient of my awesome come ons to respond with actions, but I fear that they are all being lumped into one big blob of "Guys NotCarrie Flirts With." That would be terrible! I may flirt a lot, but I'm pretty true to who I'm actually after. I would hate for my truest intentions to be mistaken as friendly, flirtatious banter.

Getting Pens, Pt. 2

Nothing beats a work crush*. To be stuck somewhere 40 hours a week with noone to flirt with is beyond cruel, so when I find myself planning my breaks to match someone else's I tend to get a little excited. You know, the awesome kind of excited that is accompanied by manic butterflies in your stomach and the constant need for minty gum. I love those damn butterflies!

In addition to hoping for crossed-paths, I also am finding myself checking out various locations where a mid-day makeout could occur. If you will remember, at my previous job I called this "getting pens" as I often found myself wishing for a certain ex-work crush to meet me in the supply closet for an office tryst. Well, at this job, we don't exactly have a supply closet, but there are definitely some areas that would offer the amount of privacy needed. Today, I made a head nod for someone to come over and, had I been more forward, would have gone for it had I been sure I would be met with success. Instead of making my move, though, I made sure to work it and reverse it with some major flirting and eye-fucking**.

So nothing has happened...yet, but if I "get pens" with anyone, you will be the first to know!





*Well, a work boo would probably beat that.
**As always, TM Barmaid.