If that’s not an invitation, I don’t know what one is.
Although… when that happens to me, I never realize it.
I’m that dense about such things.
Wait.
That never happens to me anyway.
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And only 42 hours until we hit the road and head south. The Husbear is becoming… unbearingly gleeful.
Until next time...
I tend to be the clueless about guys liking me unless they’re really, really obvious. I just assume they’re being friendly. Although I had some dude cruise me at a laundromat earlier this week. At least I think he was. Kept staring at me, then out of all the dryers he could’ve put his clothes in he puts ’em in the one that’s directly where i’m sitting in front of, and kept going to check on it, each time bending down in front of me. I found it amusing.
I always think they’re being friendly as well. I assume that’s just the nature of my upbringing to assume everyone is being friendly.
I thought I was being cruised at a laundromat, too. Turns out there was just a TV over my head.
That is exactly the kind of stuff that happens to me.
LOL Whenever I meet guys like you that are clueless about being cruised, I usually just come right out and say, “Do you want to fuck?”. It’s a lot easier. There’s an art to cruising, unfortunately, I think that might be lost on you. Not a judgment mind you, just an observation from your blog.
See. Why can’t it be that simple? The world would be a lot less frustrating for those of us who can’t tell why everyone is always so friendly. I guess cruising is another gene I didn’t get.