Winds of Change

So my alternative title for this post was "Ginger might finally get some action in the near future" but, well, I went with the more mature title (not sure why, it's like I'm that mature, I mean I just got finished having a conversation with my co-workers that involved the works 'jello-like', 'poo', and 'soft serve'...you connect the dots!).

With the exception of Dog Park guy, it's been a very long time since I've had guys flirt with me on a regular basis, let alone actually be hit on. I'm not exactly sure why. Maybe I haven't been putting out the 'I'm single and want to get laid fall in love' vibe enough, or maybe there is suddenly a plethora of single men that I, for some reason or another, have come in contact with. All I know is that, over the past couple of weeks, I've had more guys flirt with me, hit on my or just look in my general direction (is it now obvious how desperate I am when a guy simply looking in my direction is exciting?). And let me make it clear that by 'plethora' I mean 3 guys. But in a month, that's not bad, it's sure as hell better than the past few months years.

First there was this guy, I actually never caught his name, it might have been Andrew, but we flirted over Scottish trivia and scotch at a Scotch tasting event that I went to while I was in Salt Lake City for work. He was a little older, but cute, and funny and it made my evening talking with him. Nothing ever came of it, and I'm pretty sure he lives in Virginia so I will probably never see him again, but none the less, it reminded me how much I love flirting.

The second guy was just some guy that I happen to lock eyes with at Trader Joe's the other night. We never even talked, but catching the glismp of a cute guy, who you know has, at least, a decent taste in grocery stores, can be quite a rush on an otherwise mundane evening.

Yesterday I was at a trade show up in South Lake Tahoe. It was held at a casino, as are every other major event in this area because they have convention centers, food and lodging in one location. At some point in the day, I was walking back through the casino to go to my car and grab some more free shit to give away and I walked by this booth where they were trying to sell time-share things, or something similar to that. I barely even noticed the guy until he said "How are doing today Ginger?" It totally threw me off that he knew my name, I double backed to see if I knew him, and then I realized I was wearing a giant name tag. At that point he was either (a) still trying to sell me something or (b) trying to flirt with me but not doing a very good job of it. I, on the other hand, was just trying to get away before I got sucked into a 4 hour talk about the benefits of owning a timeshare. Plus I had to work. So...I ever so slightly blew this guy off, acting ever so slightly like a bitch, and extracted myself from the situation. The only problem being that I had to walk right by this guy again to get back to the tradeshow. I mean, unless I wanted to walk down 3 flights of stairs in the parking garage, shlep myself across a parking lot then take an elevator up 3 floors and, well, you get the point. Since I was wearing high heels, I figured this guy would probably leave me alone since, as I said before, I might have acted slightly bitchy to get out of him trying to sell me something. Not really bitchy, just a little "I have better things to do" bitchy. So I walked by him again, he saw me coming from a million miles away. This time he just said "Hi Ginger...I'm Jeff by the way." Trying to redeem myself from my former bitchy state, I said hi back. Then he asked me where I was from and the second I said Reno, it was all over. "Really? So, are you just down here for work? For how long? Do you come to Tahoe a lot?" and on and on and on... then came the big questions "Do you mind me asking you, are you single?" I am such a bad liar. So I just said yes, even though I still wasn't sure he was trying to hit on me, or sell me something. After I said yes, I was indeed single, he asked for my phone number. Instead I told him he should give me his.

Now I have his card, with his cell phone on it, just staring at me. Taunting me. I'm still not entirely sure about him. He seemed nice enough, maybe a little dorky, and he does sell timeshares for a living, which is not all that appealing, but like I said, he seemed nice enough and wasn't bad looking. Do I call? Do I not call? My reasoning is, at this point, I really could care less about him, and I need some practice dating, so if nothing else, even if he ends up thinking I am some crazy weird girl, at least I will get some dating pratice. How's that for a run-on sentence with WAY too many comma's?