Day 145

I have terrible radar with women. No matter now obvious the signals are, short of clothing removal, I just never manage to pick them up.

On occasion back in high school girls would come up to me, as friends of another girl. "She has a crush on you, she's been making it so obvious!"

"Huh? I didn't notice anything."

"She's been sooooo obvious! How could you not notice??"

"Seriously?"

"Seirously!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

And so forth. But the strangest thing is, I have good radar when it comes to noticing if a girl likes a guy other than myself. I can see the signals just so long as they're not directed at me. And of course the reverse has happened as well; on occasion I've asked out women who I was absolutely positively sure liked me, and have ended up rejected.

"Hey, I was wondering if maybe you've like to go out sometime?"

"Um... I'm really sorry, but that's not really what I'm looking for. I more see you as a friend."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"Oh."

And so forth.

Also, I found out recently that my gaydar is very bad. A date told me that I was getting hit on by a barista guy at a starbucks, and that I was completely oblivious. At one point he dropped something and instead of swearing he exclaimed "Oh fannies!" and yet I didn't not notice a thing.

And this is all very strange to me. I get the sense that I can pick up on lots of things... anger, sadness, apathy, regret, joy, all kinds of emotions in other people even when an effort is made to conceal them. But when it comes to attraction and sexual preference, I'm something of a brick wall.

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This post made me chuckle. More than once.
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