Last night I ended up on an accidental double date. My newlywed friends had just moved to my neighbourhood, and due to the pandemic we got to celebrate neither their wedding nor their housewarming together.
We were having some impromptu cocktails and a catch-up when a friend of theirs arrived. We are all double-vaxxed and the idea of meeting a meeting human is truly invigorating, to me, so when he started making various references to a particular woman in his life I found it disarming. This is great. He had broken up with said partner of a few years just a couple of days prior. As the drinks wore on, he started to put the vibe out there by caressing my shoulder and back.
We left the condo and decided to try our luck at a bar, knowing full well with no reservation at almost midnight it was a bit of a pipe dream. This continued an excessive amount throughout the course of the evening.
In earnest, I had no idea if he was flirting with me or if I even wanted to engage in flirting with newly-single Sal. I kept reassuring him that there was no hatchet, no animosity, no bad blood, but buddy just was not getting it. With every pull of my arm to isolate me from our friends, I was growing aggravated.
If someone comes along and is incredibly special and those sparks hit , then absolutely I would love to be in a relationship. He eventually came back as we were served our Gigglewater fries iykyk and he told me that I should leave. The three of us just stood there less in awe than in blank, exasperated silence. It was late. We were tired. Dancing is, indeed, still a crime. Our night was done and dusted. I need to re-learn how to flirt. We all need to relearn how to flirt.
