You know what I've realized? I'm horrible at figuring out when people are hitting on me, flirting with me. There was this girl at the hotel last night. She had checked in yesterday afternoon on her own and kept trying to make conversation with me. I was just .. doing my job, like I normally do. I was covering the desk clerk's break and doing twenty minutes worth of check-ins. Somehow, the flirty little comments and even the fact that she touched my hand a little longer than necessary to take a key card had completely escaped my attention. Janet had to point it out to me, telling me I should have talked to her or shown her to her room rather than sending her off with a bell boy. I was completely baffled. Have I really gotten to the point in my life where pretty girls hitting on me doesn't even register in my head? Has it really been that long? Christ.
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