emtyeye wrote:
When visiting someone's house, I can't tell when it's time to leave. I either way over stay my welcome (since visiting people is rare for me, I kind of think, well, I'm here, might as well get the most of it) or I leave too soon, fearing I will stay too long or because I'm not comfortable.
Me as well. I usually err on the side of leaving too soon. Between that, and not talking enough due to fear of boring people, I've had a lot of people, who I actually liked quite a bit, think I hated them.
I also get told pretty regularly that some girl I spoke to was flirting with me. I used to think people were making fun of me when they'd tell me that, until one told me that she had been and I'd been completely oblivious.
Hell, there was one time a girl I worked with told me her bf was out of town and that she was frustrated, then invited me over to her house. It was a few days before I realized what she was getting at.
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