QUOTE (Stormig @ Sep 17 2004, 03:37 PM)
Once again, no offence to resident geeks, but... How do you know a geek is interested in you?
When it takes him a minute to do you a technical favour you remind him of, which otherwise he had been procrastinating about for a year.
Sorry for not keeping you posted, but it HAS been drawn out in that it's difficult to get hold of him. Still, drawn out is fun, too - exciting, in that it leaves spectators on the edge of their seats and gives many more giggly moments with the girls.
I thought it's the opposite. It takes him 1 hour to do what he could have done in 10 minutes, so that he can spend a little more time with you. Then he volunteers to clean up your PC and gives you several tip on how to keep your PC organized, how to speed it up and everything that can possibly involve a better performance and security of your PC. How do you keep a juicy plumber working longer so that you can admire his muscles jumping while he is bending over your pipes, perhaps you can make sure that your auger is severly stuck.
Just to show you how bad of a flirt am I. An attractive blond with a very fit body and excellent shoulders makes a great impression on me as he passes by me in the hall. I wish that he would have a problem with a copy machine so that I can run to his rescue. Miraculously destiny does its magic and surely enough it happens. I come up to him swaying with my hips and doing a slow motion hair flip.
He is a bit uncomfortable, I don't know if it's from my excessive swaying or that a petit girl is going to do some technical stuff. “I have a tiny bit of a problem" he says as I make an effort of doing a sexy stand while I open the copy machine to fix the cable which was somehow disconnected. "A tiny problem? How tiny is it exactly" I look up at him still in my sexy pose, hair on the side revealing my bare shoulder and batting my eyelashes with an obvious effort. His face is as red as a tomato, "How tiny do you want it to be?" he replies.
And here is the brilliant answer from Evelina which makes sultry sirens turn in their grave. "Well preferably very tiny, so that I don't have to spend too much time here." As soon as those idiotic words left my mouth I realized that this is what they call a verbal murder of a perfect love affair. BAM!!! Silence fell upon both of us, I tucked my tale between my legs and mentally slapping myself on the forehead shamefully scurried away. An image of a steamy affair was shattered with the sound of the machine making copies with no possibility of a future breakdown. I am an idiot.
Edited by anileve, 17 September 2004 - 02:14 PM.
For now I'm torn apart between being straightforward and doing kiddy things like in the old days (early teens). 
