Why are Women So Clueless?
Jan. 5th, 2004 09:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
av8rmikeYes, I figured I'd turn the same old topic on its ear and talk about what happened Sunday. I offered to pick my friend (See Jan 1's entry) up at the airport last night, since her flight got in around 9:00. She's been a friend of mine for about a year, but the downside is that she's in medical school and doesn't get a lot of free time. We only had one real date, and all we ended up doing was walking in a park because there wasn't time for much else.
So back to last night. I even decided to stop off for a bouquet of flowers to give her. The store had lots of carnations: red ones, pink ones, white ones. I thought back to my high school days of buying flowers from one of the student groups for Valentine's Day, where color meant everything. The red ones were for the person(s) you loved, the pink ones for those you "liked," and the white ones were for those who were just your friends. Mindful of all this, and the possible implications of my buying the wrong color, I opted for the yellow ones with pink tips. ;)
Flowers in hand, I show up at the airport only minutes before her flight is supposed to arrive. Fortunately, it's been delayed about 15 minutes. Boy do I feel like a putz standing here with a bunch of flowers, everybody else looking at me, and my heart nearly pounding out of my chest. Then my phone rings; she's just gotten off the plane and wants to make sure I'm there. Of course, she almost walks right past me, but I wave, she sees the flowers and gives me this big smile. She looks radiant as always, wearing her long black hair down. I could tell she was happy to see me.
I'll do a little bit of fast-forwarding here... I drove her home (her place is across the street from mine =D) and we stayed up talking for a while. Then I asked her if she dated guys outside her ethnicity and she said she preferred to, which I took very well. I left after we shared ideas about shows we each wanted to see. But the whole way home (the walk across the street), I couldn't help but shake the fact that she didn't seem to grasp what I wanted, or was just being shy about it. After all, I didn't come out and say, "I really like you and would like to be more than friends." I'm afraid what I thought was being flirty may have been too subtle. I'd have almost preferred that she give me a flat-out "no," so at least I have an answer, instead of more feeling around in the dark. Now I have to hope that I get another chance like this, or can manufacture my own opportunity.
So back to last night. I even decided to stop off for a bouquet of flowers to give her. The store had lots of carnations: red ones, pink ones, white ones. I thought back to my high school days of buying flowers from one of the student groups for Valentine's Day, where color meant everything. The red ones were for the person(s) you loved, the pink ones for those you "liked," and the white ones were for those who were just your friends. Mindful of all this, and the possible implications of my buying the wrong color, I opted for the yellow ones with pink tips. ;)
Flowers in hand, I show up at the airport only minutes before her flight is supposed to arrive. Fortunately, it's been delayed about 15 minutes. Boy do I feel like a putz standing here with a bunch of flowers, everybody else looking at me, and my heart nearly pounding out of my chest. Then my phone rings; she's just gotten off the plane and wants to make sure I'm there. Of course, she almost walks right past me, but I wave, she sees the flowers and gives me this big smile. She looks radiant as always, wearing her long black hair down. I could tell she was happy to see me.
I'll do a little bit of fast-forwarding here... I drove her home (her place is across the street from mine =D) and we stayed up talking for a while. Then I asked her if she dated guys outside her ethnicity and she said she preferred to, which I took very well. I left after we shared ideas about shows we each wanted to see. But the whole way home (the walk across the street), I couldn't help but shake the fact that she didn't seem to grasp what I wanted, or was just being shy about it. After all, I didn't come out and say, "I really like you and would like to be more than friends." I'm afraid what I thought was being flirty may have been too subtle. I'd have almost preferred that she give me a flat-out "no," so at least I have an answer, instead of more feeling around in the dark. Now I have to hope that I get another chance like this, or can manufacture my own opportunity.
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Women are people, too!
Date: 2004-01-05 11:49 pm (UTC)It's been eons since a man has given me flowers for anything, except when I was seriously injured and lying in a hospital bed, so I give you MAJOR points for that--plus picking someone up at airport or dropping them off, is about the kindest thing you can do and trust me, it will win you points.
This woman sounds like a nice one and while I can see why you'd not want to scare her away, life is about being fearless and taking risks. If she turns you down, there are plenty of other women out there who will love a guy who picks them up at the airport with a bouquet of flowers!
I wish you luck on your next or prefab opportunity!
Cheers,
Kat