Set Adrift On Memory Bliss

flirt
/flɜrt/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [flurt] Show IPA Pronunciation
–verb (used without object)
1. to court triflingly or act amorously without serious intentions; play at love; coquet.
2. to trifle or toy, as with an idea: She flirted with the notion of buying a sports car.
3. to move with a jerk or jerks; dart about: butterflies flirting from flower to flower.
–verb (used with object)
4. to give a sudden or brisk motion to; wave smartly, as a fan.
5. to throw or propel with a toss or jerk; fling suddenly.
–noun
6. Also, flirter. a person who is given to flirting.
7. a quick throw or toss; sudden jerk or darting motion.

So, yes, I court triflingly without serious intentions... to a mother of twin boys today. But, don't you think flirting only works mutually? It was more of a witty conversation though.

Woman: So, what's the return policy in this company?
me: You got three weeks and as long as you keep the tags and receipt, you can either go for exchange or refunds at any stores, even in Melbourne.
W: I am going to Melbourne this Thursday. You must have been reading my mind.
me: I must be a psychic eh?
W: Yeah, or you might have been stalking me.
me: Oh no, you've found out. Dang, I must be a bad stalker.
W: You're cute.
me: *blush*

At the counter, I asked them where they're from and they just started telling me their suburbs.

W: Parramatta
me: Oh no, my stalking skills have faded. I shoud've known this if I were a bit more committed to my stalking routine.
W: Hahahaha, by the way, you don't look fat. (cos I did tell her earlier how I'm trying to get rid of being size 34)
me: I was gonna give you a discount anyways.
W: Hahaha you're too nice.

I love customers like her. And there was another girl who was from Melbourne and she and I bitched about Sydney being a stupid place as opposed to Melbourne and how Melbourne has much better fashion sense. It's true though. When I was watching Aussie Idol, those who comes from Melbourne always looks good and individualistic, whereas Sydney dwellers look so bleak.

Still no call from President. Why do I care so much? I don't know at all. Do I even like him? I don't know. Would I be happy if he contacts me in the future? Maybe. I think it's more of my 'don't have things to do at the moment so I'll just dwell on the highlight of the week which was my time with him' act. But then again, why do I care so much about what we did? Hello... You're Hein.. you fuck around.. you have six fuckbuddies who you can just call who would drive to your unit and fuck the schmack outta you. Why even fucken bother about a seventeen year old?

You know. this is one of the reason why I don't really like 'life'. It's too mysterious for my liking at times. It gives me more reason to just wanna know things that don't really come obviously outta any windows of answers. Subtle and playful just like any other answers in my life. You always find them when you don't give a fuck to ask them anymore.. C'est la vie.

Music: Faith Evans - I Don't Need It