Silence is golden

All quiet on the western front. I haven't written anything because there has been nothing to write. But as soon as I realized that nothing to write about IS actually something to write about I came around. I have hardly flirted with anyone unless you think that smiling at the ogre of a football player in my class is flirting and then I did.

Wait, never mind. I have flirted around town. I have flirted around town in crazy wonderful clothing. But I don't count those because I didn't mean them. Its kind of like breathing, I just do it without thinking about it. Although sometimes I will suddenly gasp for air and then realize that I had temporarily stopped breathing without noticing -yikes.

"The calm before the storm", what does that even mean? I feel like its more of "the heat before the storm" around here. It always gets warmer before it gets cold again. So should I think of my dating life as the 'calm before the storm' or 'the heat before the storm'? One one hand this period of drought could be perceived as just the small time before my cup of love runneth over. Or, I could have some hot flirtations before my cup of love freezeth over until spring. Neither option seems that great.

I kind of feel like I'm hidden in coat check. That someone either lost the ticket for me or is still in the club having fun and is waiting to claim me after a long night. But until then I'm stuck between all the other coats that are usually fake fur rubbing their synthetic fibers on my minky warmth. Mink should never be subjected to that.