The skirt in question.
I headed out to the Auckland Seafood Festival today with my best friend and sister. Since I know the boys at the Viaduct Marina I thought I’d pop in and be cheeky and ask to park there, for free. I have had a previous, ummmm, shall we say mishap? with one of the Marina guys there. I jog up the stairs to find three of them working, well actually drinking beer by this time in the afternoon. They all greet me and ask what I’m up to. I say I’m heading to the Seafood Festival and want to be cheeky and leave my car here. This previously mentioned man, whom I have not seen in about ten months says something for the first time; “wow, that’s a short skirt!“. Being female, and having a tiny past with him I instantly feel insecure. Asswipe. The other guys ignore him and offer me a beer. I say no and re-ask my car parking situation, one of them tells me it’s fine and I head back out the door.
The girls and I head for the water taxi to take us over to the function. I suddenly think, feck this, I’m going to call him out on it. So send him a text;
You’re such a cheeky shit. Wanna pick us up after in the work boat?
He replied almost instantly;
Would love to just for another look, but I’m heading off now.
A few more flirty texts were sent back and forth, all in good nature – and yes, I’m pretty sure he’s still with his girlfriend. But why is it that a guy you like, even from MONTHS ago can instantly make you doubt yourself? When really he wasn’t even picking holes, it turned out to be quite the opposite.
I need to stop doubting myself. Although, the real moral to this story is not to fall for the flirty guys. God damn they’re bad, but oh so smooooooth.
