Totally, utterly, and completely clueless.
I can't even pick up on my husband coming on to me until he says something obscene or grabs/exposes something personal. And my idea of flirting with him has become a joke: "Shall we celebrate being Protestant??" Monty Python fans will get the joke. "Would you like to engage in coitus??"
I don't pick up on sleazebags that want to see how seriously I take marriage; I have lost more than one would-be friendship over the fact that I "tolerated" (completely missed) subtle stuff and then told them never to darken my doorway again after they made a physical move.
I DREAD the thought of EVER having to date again. I WON'T, at least in part for that reason. If Hubby drops dead or ditches me, that's it. I might look for friends, but I'll be celibate at least until 2030. And then I'll be 52, which I sincerely hope will be too old to care.
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"Alas, our dried voices when we whisper together are quiet and meaningless, as wind in dry grass, or rats' feet over broken glass in our dry cellar." --TS Eliot, "The Hollow Men"
08 Jul 2014, 5:22 pm
