Superboomer's blog post - Yep, I'm a moron...

After spending Friday in San Francisco, meeting up with a friend and taking some photographs, I can safely say that my decision making process can not be trusted. I'll have to hire out from now on, or have my head examined. Anyway, the reason behind this.

My friend Nicole, the friend I met up with, was in the company of a group of friends. One of these friends, Coral, is a rather attractive woman, whom I've met before. She's intelligent, creative, cute, thoughtful, and not at all bashful. At some point, I ended up alone with her and my friend Liz. When I made a joke about homosexuality, Coral commented, "Aww. All the cute ones are either gay or douche bags."

Liz later hinted to me that she suspected Coral was expressing some interest in me. An assertion which I dismissed as improbable, if not impossible; however, Liz insisted and the suggestion, once in my head, was not easy to be rid of. Later in the evening, Coral began questioning me about what type of woman I was interested in, as well as offering a selection of qualities that she could accept from a man. I kept changing the topic and-or avoiding the issue, feeling more than a bit baffled by the whole exchange and at the time, unwilling to subject myself to the potential for disaster (such a disaster, of course, being the possibility that although I thought she was flirting, she may have just been kidding around). This, in addition to the fact that she dressed and undressed with me in the room, supplied Liz with what she considered all the necessary evidence to prove that Coral was clearly interested in me. I felt...I don't know. I was and am interested in Coral, but at the same time, the situation took me by surprise. It appeared to be one of those "too good to be true" scenarios and I'm always leery of such things. Still, there's a difference between caution and being a dense moron.

Did I mention that when Liz and I were preparing to leave Coral mentioned that if she knew me IRL she'd date me? To which my only reply was a shocked expression- hopefully disguised by my sun glasses.

Oh, and to compound all of this: last night, a waitress I've been flirting with on and off at a local restaurant gave me the address of a club hosting a Halloween Party later in the evening. My only thought? "Why the hell would I want to go to a party by myself?" After deciding that I wasn't going to go, she approached me and asked if I was going. Of course, I replied with a no. Then she told me, "Oh, well, I'm going to meet up with my girlfriend/s later. What are you going to do?" It wasn't until after she walked away that I realized she'd more than likely been attempting to spend some time with me outside of the work environment. Son of a B@%$#!

I can't complain about women after this. I've pretty much just wagged the dog at two golden opportunities. And I used to think I was a genius...