Dinner and boys, but never dinner with boys

Well the dinner went well, we didn't have onions so I had to settle with just garlic and a million other seasonings and mustards for the crab cakes. But it was good, the spinach was delicious as always and mom was very encouraged to have dinner prepared. Instead of eating honey dijon pita chips before she went to bed. You know I'm afraid I'm going to turn into that lady from the movie, blogging about everything she makes and her whole life. I blog about life but not my nightly dinners and I can sense myself taking on her qualities and the theme of the movie. So I will stop myself here with this last entry about food. And will only blog about such when I make something exceptional.

On to more important things, like boys, boys r a mystery of the universe. I know that's not news but in my life right now I am more baffled than usual. I can never tell if a guy is flirting or just feeling himself. Sometimes it's obvious, but with this one guy, he seems to be flirting with me or just excited to see me but in a suave Sean Connery-Bond Edward Cullen kind of way. OR that he really is flirting with me. I hadn't seen him in a long time, many months and then months before that. He is gorgeous and deliciously charming but I have to wonder what he thinks about me. I swear one time he almost asked me out but then chickened out. It's so frustrating interpreting his actions for what they may or may not be! But then i thought maybe I shouldn't try at all until he asks me out, BUT what if thinks that I'm not interested and that's why he's not doing anything. Uggghhhh, my friend says I have to flirt with a guy to get his attention and let him know I'm interested. But I don't want a guy to notice me because I tell him his hair looks nice repeatedly, or giggle like a school girl, OR laugh at everything he says OR touch him inappropriately. I DON'T KNOW what to do, maybe I shouldn't do anything at all and just see what happens. That's probably the more wise and logical AND rational thing to do. But let's face it, I'm a girl...We don't know how to do that.