I first fell in love with Joyce Carol Oates, then Faulkner, then the Southern Gothic genre as a whole. Then, after visiting my friend in South Carolina and vacationing in Georgia, I just simply fell in love with the South. Currently I live vicariously as fantastically Southern as possible through books, blogs, and Paula Deen. I suppose I'm practicing here in my Northern city until the day that I can finally afford to migrate.
At any rate, I've recently been practicing the art of flirting as Ronda Rich has so kindly outlined for my poor misguided Northern self. I must say, I think I'm doing a pretty good job and I know I'm a happier person for it! And its all fine and dandy to be flirty and fun when the world is offering scrumptious hor d'oeuvres off of a silver platter, but I'll tell you what, today has sure been a test! I don't always think before I speak; but today, I thanked God about a hundred times that the oh-so frustrating conversation in question was via e-mail and therefore forced me to choose my words a bit more wisely. Its so much harder to press send on the I-would-really-like-to-tell-you-about-yourself email now that I'm a big girl. Ugh :/
Luckily, this little crisis occurred in the privacy of my own home. I keep reminding myself that Ms. Rich has promised me that the trait of "charminacity" is one to reckon with (and also that I am simply too cute to ruin it by feeling so ugly about the situation). You will all be happy to know that I have devised a constructive plan of action complete with research, outlines, and most importantly, questions; I have scheduled a date with myself to perfect my manicure; and I have continuously visualized me in a meeting with this woman (or her boss, she can choose) being pleasant, respectful, and collected all the while calling her bluff :)