complication

So I went out to dinner with maurose to a local bar/pub, which was really cool and pleasant. At one point, I looked up as one of the servers was passing by, just in time to catch her catching my eye and pointedly holding it as she walked past, a cruising move more obvious than I've usually noticed from most girls. The confusion to shock to amusement happened quick, and of course I instantly shared it with my companion, ending with what has become common: "Honey, I don't think I'm what you're looking for."

It's a nice joke, with a bit of distancing (some based on being very satisfied, some based on my perception of reality and "normalcy"), only... it's only partly a joke. Hell, even in my dreams and fantasies, there always comes a point of predisclosure, of explaining unexpected parts (from either of the dominant paradigms, which is some progress, I guess; it used to only be from one). I know I'm oversensitive to what I think others are thinking, and I know some people are up for working in whatever medium that calls to them. As I said, it's not like I'm looking, but... it makes the flirting a little less fun, a little less affirming, a little more... complicated. Sometimes, I get tired of being complicated.