There are lots of things I’m no good at.
Burpees, for one.
Twerking, for another.
Also I can’t dance worth a damn (but I still try).
And my Swedish is atrocious.
Nevertheless, when I need to call on those skills, I do my best to do my best.
What saves me is my great sense of humor and the ability to laugh at myself.
This last burn, I was told by some wise guy that I am “BAD AT FLIRTING.”
Like one of the worst he’d ever seen.
I was a bit surprised but quickly replied that my intention was to seduce him with my AWKWARDNESS.
He remained unimpressed.
It is a little known fact that I am a relatively shy person who PRETENDS to be vivacious and outgoing.
I am not though.
And it shows through whenever I have a crush.
The bigger the crush, the more mute I become.
It’s as if the more invested I am in the outcome, the more subtle I am.
I seldom come across men I am strongly attracted to so when it happens, I’m a little bit off-balance.
But, I’ve always enjoyed that feeling.
And crushing on the wise guy was no exception.
In the end, I got my man.
But I have to admit, my ego took a little bruising in the process.
I am lovely exactly as I am, awkward flirting skills and all.
It just takes a real wise man to see that.