Water, water, everywhere and not a drop to drink~

That is the theme of my life at present. There are tons of single men in my life that flirt with me, may even fancy me, and none of them do a thing. Desperation and comical farce is setting.

Yesterday's situation. A guy I meet through others, jokes and laughs and flirts with me all day. I, perhaps overexcitedly text my flatmate with running commentary. I, of course, return alone with no nookie.

My flatmate then begins asking me about the situation and I relay the story of an evening of positive flirting followed by nothing. I, to make matters worse, have to tell this story in front of the other three male flatmates as well. (Two of which are straight men.)

Then the second flatmate's non-English speaking boytoy arrives at the flat. He joins us at the dining table and the conversation shifts to the equivalent words for "penis" in Italian and Portugese. (As the conversation frequently does.)

After a little banter, the boytoy turns to me and innocently tries to reconfirm, "you are a lesbian, right?"

Well, I think we may have nailed where some of my male problems are coming from. Apparently, I am coming off as a lesbian these days.

No, I am not a lesbian. I am straight woman who only vaguely remembers what the male anatomy looks like.