Adventures in an igloo

Miraculous things happen on the bus. Well, they don't actually happen to me that much, but today I witnessed the cutest thing: geek love.

Young love is so cute, me thinks, and the young folks on the bus just touched a sentimental nerve in my ever so cold and old heart.

So, the guy had serious teenage problems skinwise, with what seemed like hundreds of shiny Rudolph-the-red-nose-raindeer pimples on his face and the girl had enormous braces on her teeth.

They were really ackward and didn't really look at each other that much- probably because they were both incredibly self-conscious and aware of the braces/pimples thing. But it was blatant by their body language that they were in the likey-stage.

In the end, after innocent teenage talks on teenage stuff, they left the bus seperately.

"Oh well" I thought to myself, "I hope they'll get over the shy teenage thingy at some point and declare their undying geek love to each other, have loads of geek babies and live happily ever after in a geek house with a geek dog."

As I giggled at their weak efforts in flirting, I undoubtedly went into some soul-searching of my own. Does the ackward and ineffective flirting stage ever end although braces and pimples vanish as age creeps upon us?

This thought brought me back to an incident not so long ago, erm, let's just say that I was way past being a teenager when this happened...

I was out on the town with a friend and wound up chatting with an acquaintance and I must say that I blatantly flirted with this person. Afterwards my friend commented: "Damn, that guy was totally flirting with you!" "Yeah" I said, "and I was totally flirting back!"

My friend's next comment was (in a terribly surprised tone, I must add): "That was you flirting?"

And, I thought I knew how to flirt, but apparently, my flirting technique came off as being sort of friendly, kind of distracted and simply not flirtish at all.

It has also happened that friends have accused me of flirting in a way too obvious manner to random individuals of the other sex. Seriously, in those instances it was the last thing on my mind.

The flirt wires are just all messed up in the mechanism I call Brain!

Wouldn't life be easier if you could just walk up to a guy you like and just say: "Hey, I think you're really cool and I would love to go out for some coffee with you, but am shit at flirting, so what do you say?"

I'm guessing that a direct approach like that would freak guys out and the Nutjob Stalker alarm would go off in their head big time.

Sigh, it sure is difficult living in a world where 50% of the population is a total enigma. On that note, I hope the geeks from the bus hook up and play D&D with their other geek friends...happily ever after ;)