Christmas Cookies

Claire here.

So, speaking about confessions I made to John: I have a long standing crush on a Scottish Cobbler. Initially, I avoided any contact with him because I sensed danger.  I got vibes from him that he was attracted to me, and I was most definitely attracted to him, but was doing the whole monogamy thing at that point.  However, under our new and emerging rules in this uncharted social territory, I decided to act on my crush instead of avoiding all contact. 

Now the tricky part; how does one move past pleasant flirting (with a bit of an undercurrent) to a proposition? I had no idea.

What did I do? I made Christmas cookies.  As camouflage, I made several attractive packages of cookies to give out to the shop owners in the vicinity, so that the gift to the sexy cobbler wouldn't stand out.

I learned from this exercise, as I received the hugs and kisses and praise and cheer of the festive season from all the other people to whom I gave cookies:

Christmas cookies are not seductive.

I felt like a stalker if I passed his shop more than once trying to see when there were no other god-damn customers.When I come face to face with someone I have had a crush on for years, I realized there is really no non-sleazy way to proposition a married man who is clearly not looking for extra-marital sex. 

Christmas cookies = gentle peck on the cheek.

I just can't do this in person yet.  Although I would still love to have a one night stand with a particular Scottish cobbler, I may need a bit more practice on the field of casual encounters, and must in future choose my weapons of attack with more care.