Monday, September 7, 2009

Oh Sweet Mystery of Life, At Last I've Found Thee!

Okay, I hope that this does not sound like a bitter diatribe against men. If it does, stop me now. I hear so many men go on and on about how great mystery is in women. Which I'm sure is wonderful. I'm just not mysterious. I can't help myself. I am just too open for my own or anyone else's good. Which I know has made people uncomfortable before. It has also been the reason I have gotten burned before. I guess I just wonder, how does one be mysterious? By not talking about anything substantial? By being coy? What exactly is coy?
artfully or affectedly shy or reserved; slyly hesitant; coquettish.


a woman who flirts lightheartedly with men to win their admiration and affection; flirt.

Okay, so we have established that I have to be a sly, affected flirt...not so into that. I'm not even sure I'd know how to do that. People have told me I'm a flirt. Okay, I have ALMOST no bubble. But I would hope I don't come off as affected. Gah! I really hope that!
Actually, I think I have figured some things out since I started this post a few weeks ago. But I'm not going to say. Why? Because that would take away the mystery. ;)