"Hi, I mean, hey there, no...CRAP!"

After play practice tonight--where I spent most of the time thinking "you want me to do *what*?" as my wonderful director talked me through throwing myself at the other character on-stage at the time--I'm firmly decided that I absolutely do not know how to flirt. I suppose this isn't a big lose, as I've managed to survive nearly nineteen years without this knowledge, although I've also managed to survive nearly nineteen years without a *boyfriend* as well, so they might be related. I suppose I've just never cared enough about one person to have to throw myself at them in such a way. During most of high school, a boyfriend probably would've run a far third behind a movie with friends and a night without homework. It just leads for some awkward moments now, as I (as 13-year-old Victoria) try to get Wallace to notice me.