this morning #1011.

this morning, other than a few fleeting moments here & there, it felt like i was flirting with a brick wall. solid jokes greeted with cold indifference. honest-to-god compliments rolling off my tongue & then right on past without as much as an acknowledgment. tumbleweed. at one point, i blew her a kiss & brushed against her wrist. she acted like she missed both gestures altogether. i know she didn’t. maybe i’ve lost my touch? a little charm does no harm. am i out of touch with reality? i could’ve sworn she was into me. have i forgotten how to flirt? that has to be the reason. i’m out of practice. that’s all. we’ll call this practice, a rehearsal for some future rendezvous where flirting is more of a two-way street.