My sorry love life is my own fault.

I think a woman was seriously flirting with me today, but I'm not sure--I never am. I was at the haircut place, chatting with a couple of the staff members after my haircut, and at one point in the discussion, this woman asked to feel if my skin was as soft as it looked. Hey, I'm a single, straight guy living alone and I'm not going to say no (yes, please touch me--you're female!). I've checked with a few female advisers and they all tell me that this was a clear sign to ask her out! I didn't even realize this was a signal until about 90 minutes afterward.

I gotta say, if a woman wants to let me know she's interested, it's gonna take a lot more than obvious hints. Here's an actual example of the kind of flirting it takes to get my attention (and even then, I'll still wonder):

SHE: Wanna see my boobs?
ME: Oh, no thanks. I'd probably just want to sleep with you if I saw them.
SHE: OK! Wanna see them?

Even after that, I still wasn't certain what was going to happen. I'm never gonna have a girlfriend again, am I? Even if a woman offers, how would I ever know?

CDs listened to today:

• Dana Wilson: Piece Of Mind
• Paula Diehl: Right Of Way
• anonymous: Gregorian Chant
• Belly: Star
• Bill Watrous: The Tiger Of San Pedro
• Test Icicles: For Screening Purposes Only