Mr. ONS

I define One Night Stand as sex with someone I randomly pick up. There was no pretense of a date. Just sex. Before this I had only one ONS. In Boston. Right after the last last breakup. It's just not my thing. Too much risk involved and usually not enough reward.

A college friend was coming to visit so a bunch of us went to a downtown Jazz bar. At the end of the night we were walking towards the car when this tall and handsome guy walked alongside us. I batted my eyes at him, and he responded. I was mostly trying to practice my flirting skills because apparently I don't give off a very strong "I am interested" signal. I didn't expect it to go anywhere but he followed us. I opened the gate to my flirts reservoir and boom, I was kissing this handsome tall guy on the street while he got my phone number. So my problem isn't that I didn't know how to flirt. I always thought talking to men about starting a business or some philosophical debate was flirting. Apparently to guys flirting is just batting eyes and leaning towards them. Pffft.

Well that was that for Mr. ONS. ONS. Meh.

What I learned: I know how to flirt.

No more communication.