Paiseh ah!
I think I forgot how to talk to people socially.
I talk to lots of people everyday at work. From auntie/uncle tenants to corporate suits, I have no problem speaking to them on work issues. I especially enjoy chit-chatting with those aunties and uncles; they are so easy to talk to.
However, when it comes down to striking up a conversation with another young member of the other gender, either my power of thought mysteriously vanished or my tongue shifted into sharp sink-a-battleship mode. I have absolutely no idea how to be coy or engage in a friendly conversation.
I envy my gal friends whose flirting skills come naturally at them. For example, I was travelling with my gal friends when one of the airport workers asked her "Hi Miss, where are you from?". If I was doing the answering, I would have eyed him suspiciously and demanded "Why do you want to know?". However, my gal friend simply twirled her hair, gave him a coy smile and asked him coquettishly "Why don't you take a guess?".
*Cue Applause"
Yup, socially inept. That's moi. I think my "coy" gene got its identity mixed up with my "shy" gene and has thus gone into hiding. Sigh.
And I leave you with this joke in Reader's Digest:
Girl A: Don't worry, you're not shy; you're just reserved.
Girl B: I know. I just want to find out who I'm reserved for.
I talk to lots of people everyday at work. From auntie/uncle tenants to corporate suits, I have no problem speaking to them on work issues. I especially enjoy chit-chatting with those aunties and uncles; they are so easy to talk to.
However, when it comes down to striking up a conversation with another young member of the other gender, either my power of thought mysteriously vanished or my tongue shifted into sharp sink-a-battleship mode. I have absolutely no idea how to be coy or engage in a friendly conversation.
I envy my gal friends whose flirting skills come naturally at them. For example, I was travelling with my gal friends when one of the airport workers asked her "Hi Miss, where are you from?". If I was doing the answering, I would have eyed him suspiciously and demanded "Why do you want to know?". However, my gal friend simply twirled her hair, gave him a coy smile and asked him coquettishly "Why don't you take a guess?".
*Cue Applause"
Yup, socially inept. That's moi. I think my "coy" gene got its identity mixed up with my "shy" gene and has thus gone into hiding. Sigh.
And I leave you with this joke in Reader's Digest:
Girl A: Don't worry, you're not shy; you're just reserved.
Girl B: I know. I just want to find out who I'm reserved for.