2001-10-12~~2:10 p.m.
No Coke for me....

I'm bored.

Are there plenty of things that need doing around here? Yes. Do I feel like doing them? No.

It's the story of my life.

The Coke guy didn't come yesterday. Must have adjusted his route. I was disappointed. I've seen him every Thursday for the last three weeks. I look forward to being greeted by his muscular physique in the goofy Coke uniform shirt when I open the door of my classroom (which doubles as the district staff room when not in use by our school) at noon.

I knew that waiting until noon didn't really fit into his schedule, but I was still surprised that he was gone. I've enjoyed chatting with him while he filled the machine and I cleaned up from my classes. He filled something for me that is lacking in my days since I started working. He was the object of my flirtation.

Maybe I'll stop packing my lunch. Maybe there is a sandwich shop in town with a young hottie behind the register. Maybe...

Flirting is important. I think it's especially important once you are married. Well, as long as you don't let it go to your head. I am sure that there are plenty of failed marriages that could be traced to what could have been innocent flirting.

Anyway, I think that flirting reminds us that we are attractive. This is a good thing. I think very few life-partners do a good job of letting us know that we are attractive to them. I know I do a poor job of it and can certainly attest to my own partner's failings.

And even when our spouses DO remember/manage to tell us that we are attractive, it tends to feel.... well.... just not as good as getting it from a stranger. Yes, it's lame. But that doesn't make it any less true.

I have yet to sit down with my feelings about sexual attractiveness, in general, as they played through my mind over a week ago. It's interesting to me that I don't seem to have a set of "rules" that apply across the board with regard to attractiveness. What appeals to me in one situation, repulses me in another. Anyway, I'll leave that to explore at another time.

~Alice