NBSB
Saturday, October 2nd, 2010I have a friend who’s NBSB.
No Boyfriend Since Birth.
People act as if there’s something wrong with that. Duh. It’s not as if there’s a smorgasbord of desirable men out there! It’s a Catch 22 thing, it’s either she settles or she keeps the title of NBSB.
Anyway, while we were on our way to the John Mayer concert (which should be another post entirely), she told me that her officemate gave her tips on “snagging” a guy.
Friend: she told me that when on a date I should bite my lips
… and when the soup arrives, I should ask in a “come hither” tone “How do you like your soup?”
…I’d try it, except I think I’d come across as a psycho.
Anyway, courting is a strange thing. It’s really a natural animal instinct. Men puff their chests, and apparently women bite their lips. I’m not going to deny that there’s a certain game involved in dating, but where’s the thrill in simply laying out the cards on the table?
I’d like to think all of us have our own way of making landi (flirting), and there are diverse ways of flirting without sacrificing yourself and coming across as a psycho who’s fixated in soup.
