Dude, I had an awful experience with this just today. It was the last day of my class, and there was a girl who I'd only briefly spoken to before but wanted to get to know better, because she seemed cool. I didn't know her well enough to be romantically interested--it was strictly platonic. But I still wanted to get to know her, and this was my last chance. So, after class I talked to her...and she didn't really talk back much, because she was busy doing various errands then. Eventually she had to leave, and I asked if she would call me, were I to give her my phone number. She replied, "Probably not, because I have a boyfriend." Now, she really hadn't said it in a bitchy way or anything, but it ticked me off that she assumed that I liked her like that, so I was like, "I was just being friendly. Are you making an assumption about me based on my gender?" I feel really bad about it, actually, because in retrospect it probably wasn't clear to her what I actually meant. Most of my friends are girls, and most of them have boyfriends (you know what they say: everyone has a boyfriend in San Francisco!), and for most of them (if not all), I don't have any romantic interest, and they all understand that. I wish I had actually expressed that rather than get on her case...she probably thought that I was pissed to find out she wasn't single, or something. I must have come across as a total creep. I feel really bad about the whole thing, and have been thinking about it all day. If there's one thing I obsess on more than the girls I actually AM romantically attracted to, then it's guilt.
MelancholyBunny wrote:
Flirting IS a way of being friendly.
I flirt frequently as this is how i feel comfortable showing affection, it means that i am comfortable with the person i am flirting with and trust them not to believe that i am wanting more.
I can only imagine how many people you've driven bonkers this way, especially if any of them were aspies. Hahah. I once knew a girl who I liked and she knew I liked her, and she didn't feel the same way, yet she would compliment my appearance, personality, and writing in a way that I interpreted as flirting. It drove me nuts.