A Bit Rusty

As mentioned earlier, I was astounded at how out of practice I had become when I went out to eat the other day. There is a certain comfort level that is attained and forgotten. Well, as it turns out, the same is true of flirting.

My friend, Kelley, and I were discussing how there were no opportunities for us to befriend a male unless we started going to the pubs every night. And even then, those are the little boys who are out drinking for the first time, not guys our age. We frequently joked with the soccer team because we always played the 35+ team. "How 'bout bringing in the under 35s, eh?" Then last night, the guys were sharing the field with us and there were definitely guys our age. I forgot how to do that! :) Now it's only been a couple months that I've been "out of practice," but it turns out that's all it takes. A guy said hello to me and I freaked out and just did the mini smile-n-nod and kept walking. I, Annika, walked away from a guy... a soccer guy, who also looked a little dark and mysterious.

Have I become shy? Is that even possible? Here's hoping that this shyness wears off soon. In order to compensate, I am organizing an outing to the jazz night this evening. I mean, if I'm not keen to talk normally, please add booze. Naturally I expect that my conversational skills will return to me with a nice pinot. If not, well, start digging the grave now.