kinitra's blog: "Old enough to know better, too young to resist."

I am not the sharpest tool in the shed.  I want to say that right up front, not to be self-effacing or as some kind of excuse, it’s a simple statement of truth.  We live in a high tech world of instant communication and real-time updates, yet somehow I always manage to get my signals crossed.  At that critical moment when I should be taking the oh-so-obvious hint, I’m thinking about food, or the meaning of life, or some minor task I won’t complete.  I guess it’s safe to say that this is a manly trait, although some men are more afflicted than others, and I figure I’m one of the bad cases.   Its cost me dearly over the years and you would think at some point I would learn.  No amount of explanation, apology, or excuse ever seems to help.  Actually, since to do any of the above is an admission of guilt, it only seems to make matters worse.  In the interest of balanced opinion I’ll say I’ve known some women who are just as insensitive as men but I think we can all agree they are in the minority.  In any case they tend to have openness and a kind of charm (that men don’t have) that makes their lack of sensitivity ok.  Once, In High School, I got up the nerve to ask a girl (who I never thought would accept) to go to a movie with me.  To my great surprise she accepted my invitation.  This would have been my first real “date”.  Later that same week I somehow ended up at a party with a lot of people I didn’t know.  One girl in particular took an interest in me and was forward enough to actually ask me to a movie that same afternoon.  I declined but she insisted.  Not wishing to appear “insensitive”, I finally gave in, and off we went.  I had overlooked when critical detail, however.  The girl I had originally asked to go to the movies with me, worked at the very same theater, and happened to be working that very afternoon.  In we walked, arm in arm, and there she was, in her little usher outfit.  If looks could kill I would have been dead on the spot.  The next day at school I tried to explain which only seemed to add insult to injury.  I don’t think either one of them ever spoke to me again.  That was almost 40 years ago.  You would think I would have learned something by now.  Just shoot me.