“I did not flirt with him; I was being courteous, since you were making the entire situation completely awkward.”“Good, he should have taken the hint.”

“This might make for an awkward situation. I have a talent for awkward situations.”

“I can only give you some hints. You have to place him in a situation where your advantages are magnified.”

“Levelling my stare at him I drop a hint like a penny into a well, “You mentioned you were tied up. Win, you should have reserved that privilege for me.”

“I was born without the flirt gene. It's truly awful for me." That was no exaggeration. " I mean, look at how I screwed up last night with Ty. He was flirting and tossing off sexual innuendos, and I just looked at him and said I would not have anal sex with him.""You what?" Suzanne shrieked so loud that Imogen saw half a dozen other fitness patrons swivel their heads to look at them. "Did he ask you to? At the party?""No, of course not." Which was what made it all the more ridiculous. "We were in the car and he was hinting about positions, what was to come, etc., and I just blurted out that I wasn't doing that with him.""Girl..." was Suzanne's though on the matter, her expression one of total horror. "Do not bring up the back door unless he's knocking on it.”

“Wait,  Cat,”  I  say,  reaching blindly for her arm, as if I could possibly make this anymore awkward. (Hint: apparently, I can.)”