All you did was ask him if he planned to see the new Will Smith movie and now he’s texting you 10 times a day. And when you ask him what’s up with that, he’s declaring his love. Huh? What gives?
Why is it that men interpret everything we do as flirting? And I mean EVERYTHING:
You say: “Hi.”
He thinks: She’s so into me.
You say: “I’m going to grab a coffee, anybody want one?”
He thinks: Coffee huh? I know what that means…
You say: “How was your weekend?”
He thinks: She’s wondering if I’m single.
You say: “Want to study for the Chem final together?”
He thinks: “study” huh?
You say: “Can I borrow a pencil?”
He thinks: I wonder if by ‘pencil’ she means…..
You say: “Great shirt!”
He thinks: She thinks I’m hot.
You: Like his Facebook post.
He thinks: She totally wants me.
You: Forward him the latest cat video making the rounds.
He: Responds with a not-so-subtle text about liking pussies.
Sigh. Men, even when you are thinking about the laundry, they assume you are thinking about them.
