Real-Life Bloopers of a Feminist Flirt

You know, I always thought it would be romantic to kiss someone in an elevator. So unimaginably last year I found myself in an elevator alone at a posh hotel near a prayer and mission conference with a crush. I know you’re thinking we kissed and it must have been so romantic (and scandalous) …Instead, we got into a theological debate. Butterflies!

Then there was the time I dated the boy who didn’t speak. Literally, he didn’t. This was pretty uncomfortable for me seeing as I’m used to dating men who can hold their own in a conversation. I told him silence was awkward for me. Still having no luck, I decided we should watch a movie. (That would alleviate all our problems by taking a way the need to converse I thought) First we had to rent something. The whole way to the store he says nothing, so I talk his ear off, telling him every irrelevant story about my life I know he doesn’t want to know. Finally I run out of things to say, and I tell him so. He says, “Is this awkward for you?”