As he did so, 'This absolutely gorgeous guy steps in front of me and says something... The music was so loud and I'm not good at reading lips. I say 'Huh?!!' And he says something again. I say 'huh' again lol.... He then gently pulled me close to him. At this point, my hand made contact with his hairy sweaty chest and I could smell his musk...... A perfect situation right? Well, instead of me reading the signs that he wanted to dance with me, I thought he was trying to just inform me of something random. I blame it on me not having gone out in two years and coming straight from work to the club. My brain had not switched from work mode.'
Others chimed in with flirting that was too subtle for them. 'A colleague got drunk once and told me that all the years he kept telling me about how I had hands like a monster, how huge and scary I am... it had actually been flirting. I'd genuinely felt bad that the sweet man was intimidated,' said one.
Others shared tales from the college. 'A guy on my floor (seemingly straight soccer player, who I also had a crush on) kept complaining about how sore he was.'
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