i stole austin powers' mojoFebruary 18, 2000I'm emitting some whacked ass pheromones. That's the only way to explain it. In the past week I've flirted shamelessly with Scott before and during Mythology, had some nice little tension going with Justin when I sat in during Schultz' class, had it revealed that Joe apparently does have some interest in me, and had a fake marriage proposal. Yeah, I've had a busy week for damn sure.
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Before I really get into any depth with this whole wacky scenario I feel I need to explain a couple of things. For most of my life I've kinda been regarded as a non-girl, meaning physically I've got what it takes but I don't particularly act like a typical girl and was the basic tom boy. Hitting puberty started to make it an issue, I actually wanted to be regarded as a girl sometimes. For instance it sucks that all the guys in your group come to you for advice about their girls, who happen to be your friends. Just once I wanted someone to have a thing for me. During high school it was a little different, I liked certain guys but thankfully I didn't have to play counselor (not as much anyway), but I was still non-girl. That started to change slightly with the I-95 Indecent Exposure Incident right before graduation. Still one of my proudest moments.
Because of this history I have no skills for dealing with guys when they actually do show attention to me. It's foreign and I fly by the seat of my pants for five minutes until said gentleman figures out that this chick might not be a viable prospect. So right now I'm absolutely reeling with all this because I have no way of knowing how to deal with any of it.
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So...After my sortakinda serenade on Monday I was just short of glowing the next day at work. I asked Ned [fmr boss man] what he thought about the whole serenade issue, was it just random singing or was it done with me in mind? His opinion was that it was definitely flirting. He was proud that his little girl was growing up, since Ned's kinda like an uncle to me.Later Joe came in. Now my relationship with Joe has been amorphous at best, never taking any sort of form. Lately I've just reduced it on my end to "Hey" and "Come to this show, blah blah blah fishcakes". When he came to see me on Tuesday he walked into my office with a "Hey, Katherine..." extrapolating it from my real name. Grr, my parents named me a damned foreign nickname, and drawing attention to that point seriously ticks me off so Joe's already in the hole a few points. I'm busy to boot, trying to finish this mind numbing quality check of the permits we've released so I don't remember making eye contact with him once. Oops. Anyway, he asks what's up, his normal question, and I give him a highly abbreviated version of the serenade. We talk for a couple of minutes more, and I'm giving shots as good as he's giving them. Everything's cool until I get home and randomly check my email.
So I guess I should say congrats on the new prospect!
Although I really want to say; "Shit he beat me to the punch!"Wtf?! I laughed so hard when I read this that my sister had to come out of her room and ask what was wrong. Damn, still thinking about it gets this bizarre smile on my face. It was a total shock, not unpleasant but thoroughly something to the extent of "This is nice, but where the hell did it come from?" Sister Dear was ticked at me for interrupting her "rest time" with my cackling so I went outside and laid on the top of my car and stared up at the stars, "Oh Night-Wandering Hecate..." <giggle> "Damn, that Mythology reading has really started to infect my brain just a little too much." So I still haven't written him back simply because I don't know how to respond. Just have this visual of me smaking myself repeatedly in the head a la Homer and you'll get the idea.
So Wednesday morning came around with me past that stage of pure giggling adrenaline to one of wondering what to do now. I wasn't about to get resolution today. My science class was thankfully canceled so I booked it on over to the English building to see if I could sit in on Schultz' Theatre History class. [I was in his Creative Improv & Theatre History class last year. He's probably my fave professor @ TCC and he was my age and not married I would so go for him.] Turns out that Justin is in this class. Justin was in the improv class with me and we hung out once or twice with the rest of the class. I had a tiny middle school crush on the boy last year, but the two of us would be psychotic together. Anyway, we sat together and talked for 15 minutes before Schultz came in. We went over all the stuff from Improv, including all the incestual crushing going on in there, and and then the Misanthrope orgy production at TCC. I invited him to the Crescent Fresh/Soular System show on the 26th, thereby giving him my number. Hell, we were flirting a bit so I figured what the hell, I won't loose anything by it.
Scott and I flirted all through Mythology. We got into groups and he sat himself at the weird corner of the table so he was pretty much right next to me in my group. He kept leaning back and making all these big gestures so I would have to notice him. Basically I responded with my patented "what the hell are you doing?" look but it couldn't help but soften to a nice flirty smile. I know, me flirting, that's an idea that's going to take some getting used to. But the whole interaction with Scott is fun, and seems to be progressing nicely.
After my doctor's appointment I stopped by CD Warehouse on the way home. I wanted to pick up the new Save Ferris album if they had it and check to see about some old Joan Jett, Green Day and Elastica. I ended up getting the Save Ferris, Green Day Nimrod, the Pulp Fiction soundtrack, and Tragic Kingdom. The guy running the store that day was Cliff, ex-surfer dude and now apparent DJ. The very first time I ever went out with The Guys [Dave, Erik, Jon, Joe, Thomas] we went to CD Warehouse and Cliff was there, and pretty much every time we went after that it was the same story. Cliff flirted with my little eighteen year old persona [never remembering me] and The Guys teased me about getting hit on by the surfer dude. Well, wouldn't they be proud of their perennial little sister now? I was going to buy a copy of INXS Kick since my tape had pretty much died, but when I found Pulp Fiction I put it back. Cliff sees this and starts in on me how wrong it is to put that particular CD back. I responded by telling him that it was impressive to see a guy recognize the value of INXS. Then I went on to say that my tape could last a bit longer, and that I played Kick all through senior year...along with U2 War. "You like U2?" he asked. "Hell yeah." "Ok, will you marry me right now?" We continued the conversation pointing out that this was my second marriage proposal ["What, only two?"] and that we had both gone to Lincoln around the same time, even having some of the same most memorable teachers in the likes of Ms. Bid and Mrs. Keith. Walking out of the store ten minutes later I just had to laugh and shake my head, "What in hell? I must be putting out some whacked ass pheromones or something."
Friday was great because once again Weeble had canceled class. I'm for one not complaining one bit. Instead of sitting in on Schultz' class again I hung out in the hallway between that class and Mythology. Eventually Krista came to sit and then Jeremy came by. I had my foot stuck out in the hall and when Scott came down the hall he kicked it lightly in greeting. Awww. The group of us, Diane included, ended up having a really cool conversation about everything from Xena to lesbians to all manner of sci-fi. As we were leaving it somehow got on the fact of the Little Sister Syndrome that I carry with me.
Fiona: So I'm the perennial little sister.
Scott: Oh, the Little Sister Syndrome.
Fiona: Yeah, but it's a step up from being a non-girl entity. Hell, one my friends even puts me in the "Damn, she's fine now" category. That's apparently raised my stock with a couple of the other guys. The last party I went to they were all like, "Yes! Fiona's here!" and giving me huge hugs.
Scott: Well, you are pretty fly. <vbg>
Fiona: [not knowing exactly how to respond] Yeah...well...So how 'bout them apples? I'll see how things are Monday. I'll have to invite Scott and our little Mythology clique to the CF show on the 26th, maybe a little extracurricular activity will help spur the situation.
So here's Fi, flying by the seat of her flannels saying sayonarra and sweet dreams.