I thought I’d tell you what happened with the crush. Months later.

Nothing.

I’m sorry to disappoint. I wanted a grand love story for you. Or maybe even a mini one. I would have taken what I could get.

But there was more at stake that just the confession of my feelings, feeling I still don’t completely understand. Would it be fair to tell him how he quickens my blood, only to leave and move away?

I wasn’t ready. I’m still not. I need more time for me first before I fall into another relationship.

But there’s one thing he gave to me, even if he did it unknowingly. He reminded me that there are truly wonderful men my age out there — men who are still single and who have good hearts — and that one of them, somewhere, deserves me.

{image from Chelsea Victoria}

I think I’m completely inept when it comes to flirting.

It’s not like I don’t try. I just don’t succeed. No one but me can tell that I’m flirting, and I simply come off as one of the sweetest people ever.

Don’t get me wrong. I really am that sweet. My friends know this. But being really nice doesn’t count as flirting apparently.

Let’s face it: I know I have problems with flirting. I started this blog as the most indirect way of flirting ever. I never found out if it actually worked, but I doubt it.

Some days, I think my problem could be solved with the perfect black dress. Or several glasses of whiskey. Several in a short period of time.

Luckily, I know to avoid flirting guides like this one. I mean, at least that’s a start, right?

Some of you have these skills, I’m sure of it. Won’t you be a darling and give me some advice? Maybe tell me a good story or two?

{first image by Ben Blood Photography via Happiness Is, second image here}

An Argentine tango can be danced or it can be felt.

It’s that simple.

It takes time, of course, to learn the basic steps, to be able to fully indulge in the movements and the moment. But once you do, it’s dangerous.

I was hoping that while I was here in Southern California, I’d learn more, but finding a man who knows how to lead is difficult, to say the least. I’ve been thinking about this lately: when did this type of dancing become unfashionable for men? Am I just in the wrong country?

Maybe I should add Buenos Aires to my list of places to travel and spend some time with a private instructor there.

Do you have a favorite style of dance?

P.S. This is one of my favorite tangos.

{first image by Ferdinando Quaranta, second image via dance2tango}

I have to admit I have a little crush. I think after a long relationship ends, such a thing is healthy. I didn’t rush into this; I wasn’t even looking. But there it is. Just a wee thing.  It’s nice to be reminded that there’s someone exceptional out there. It’s nice to dream about being kissed and it sending your stomach bursting into butterflies.

Have I ever told you I started this blog because of a crush? (A different one.) We worked in the same building years ago. He was older, sweet, very flirtatious. Precisely what I needed. It was lovely to be told that I was beautiful. I see that in myself, but I appreciate when someone else says so.

So I began writing this blog as the most indirect way of flirting in the world.

And do you know what happened with that guy? Nothing.

Do you know what happened with this blog? Everything.

A bit of a strange beginning, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.

As to what will happen with this new crush? I can’t say. For now, I’ll just hold my tongue and love the place I’m in. Because I really do.

Hope you find some butterflies this weekend, friends.

{postcard from Tabletop Made, kiss photo by photographer Tyler Branch, Paris image by Criswey}