the art of boy tipping

yesterday i got called out for “tipping over” the boys i work with.  basically this means, from what i gathered, is that when they dish it out, i dish right back, and that i’m feisty which leads to them being ‘tipped over’ and have no clue how to respond.  love it! 

i’ve long been accused of these things and a lot of the time, i’m completely oblivious to it.  however, i’ve begun to work on honing this craft into a fine art.  i love ‘tipping the boys’ over.  my personality naturally leads to feistiness and outspoken-ness, which may be different from the girls they are used to dealing with, but it’s who i am and i can’t change it.  i will say, i quite enjoy when on purpose, i can tip them over and leave them wondering what on earth happened. 

i’m careful to not commit too many random acts of flirtation with those whom i have no intention of having anything reciprocated.  i used to say that i was pretty forward and that you knew if i liked someone.  i might have been lying.  i’m a pretty transparent person but ‘liking’ someone, well honestly it confuses me and i have no idea what on earth to do with myself and these crazy things called valid emotions.  so, i do nothing in hopes that subliminally i can send them ‘i dig you’ brainwaves and then miraculously they will absorb them and then the wooing can begin.  this rarely happens though, hence my current situation.  sadly.  but the one thing i CAN do on purpose, is completely fluster and completely disorent the boys.  and it doesn’t even matter the age.  it’s like my sick sad game.  sad indeed.  and i quite enjoy it!

i think overall, i’m just an instigator of mischief.