That’s the impression that I get.

I ran into a guy friend and one of his friends one time a long time ago. I hugged my friend, we shared pleasantries then I introduced myself to his friend. You can never say that I’m not outgoing. I will make myself known if you don’t do it first. His friend seemed very...well, awkward.

Maybe he wasn’t used to being around someone who takes initiative of the conversation or.......what. But, his nervousness was extremely visible. He studdered & laughed as he said his name and shook my hand. My mom had walked up during this time and I introduced her. She noticed the shakeness of his voice...and glaced at me through her preif like "is he always like this?" I attempted to ignore it and tried to glide away from them. Not that I didn’t enjoy the company, but the dude - honestly - was making me feel painfully weird.

When we walked away, into the food court - she says "What did you do to that boy? You left him sputtering all over himself." I said "I know, that was just odd."

The impression that I got from that was that he’s not very good at social interaction. Especially with chicks. Kinda like that show "Big Bang Theory" - the guy who doesn’t speak to girls? it was like that. I’ll tell ya what, it’s really awkward to be the girl who is trying to talk to the guy who doesn’t talk to girls.

I just had to re-read that last sentence to make sure it made sense.

Sometimes I wonder about the impression I give off. Nice? Funny? Friendly? Bold? Snooty? I’m sure I’m one of those at different times. Or all at the same.

I know that I am a flirt. It just happens naturally with me. I don’t really even realize I’m doing it. In my head, "flirting" and "friendly" border a fine line when it comes to the sexes. There is a strong difference in my head from touching a guy’s face while looking at him and giving him a hug. Some people don’t see the difference, but I do. "Intimate touching". It’s different.

In the work atmosphere, I like to give off a casual yet educated vibe. I know what I’m doing, but I’m cool with what I’m doing. Doesn’t mean I’m not open to learning though. I don’t like to be "talked down to" , that is one of my biggest peeves.

You, size-zero-bitch-with-the-fake-boobs-that-I-accidently-ran-into-while-walking-out-of-Cheesecake-Factory-in- Beverly-Hills, you are no better than me. And, at least mine are real. And I don’t pay to have a tiny waist!

Ahem.

I’ve been told before that I can be intimidating. I guess my size was? I’m not sure. I know that I am a lot quieter than most of you reading this remember. Meh, people change.

Ben Gortmaker once called me "lavender" - which means, grace, elegance & feminine. That was probably one of the greatest compliments I’ve ever gotten. I like that he got that impression.

I just hope the impression people nowadays get from me, is a good one. Because I’ve been lucky with the friends who have stuck around for the long haul.