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Kurt Onstad

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Well, that was unfair... [Apr. 21st, 2002|01:07 pm]
Kurt Onstad
Okay. Before I delve into my self-indulgent post, let me point you towards something serious really quickly. In case you weren't aware how corrupt our government is, check out this thread. Thanks to self for pointing me towards this. Unfortunately, none of it really surprises me that much.
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Now, back to my life, or lack thereof...

As is fairly common knowledge, I'm a flirt. I love hitting on women (and occasionally straight men, because it's fun watching them freak out. I'm straight myself, but I'm not homophobic and am comfortable enough with my sexuality for it not to bother me...). When I flirt, I pretty much go into "dirty old man" mode. There's a grain of seriousness there, but wrapped in a big cheesy ball of lecherousness. Anyone I hit on (other than the guys), I'm interested enough in them that if it starts to turn serious, that wouldn't bother me at all. But, pretty much everyone knows that it's mostly in fun.

So, anyways...Thursday, I'm chatting with Maire and, I forget exactly how the conversation turns to this, but we're talking relationship stuff. She says (I'm paraphrasing here, but I'm pretty close.) "Right now, I'm just looking for someone to have sex with. It's been a while. I, of course, go into lecherous mode, and say "Well, if that's what you're looking for, you know I'm always here." Her response is, "Ummm...No." Being me (still), I respond self-deprecatingly with "Trying to figure out how to say that diplomatically?" and she says, "No. I was actually seriously considering it for a minute. That's how long it's been."

Now, this is the same woman who at Argus' (a scene designed to give people an excuse to have their hands all over each other...), slapped my hand away when I touched her knee. She knows I'm attracted to her (I've made that mind-numbingly obvious), and now that new little tidbit gets dropped in my lap. I'm not sure whether to be insulted by the desperation implied in that, or how to feel exactly, but I can't seem to get the comment out of my head. And whenever that happens, a LiveJournal entry is created...

Kurt
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