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Uhg, You'd think that work would give you more social interaction experience and then fate deals you a wild card.

I keep telling everyone that when it comes to strangers, whether male or female, I talk to them the same way I do customers until I get to know them more. And for some reason, my speaking with any other male I don't know appears as flirting to everyone else...including the male himself.

Let me elaborate for everyone:
Kc has a DDR club every Thursday and we've met multiple individuals who aren't even in our school but come to join us anyways. One of which is a fellow to whom I don't even know his name.
When Catherine was last here, she went to the bowling alley DDR machine and actually found him there and they started simple conversation about our little group. He asked if the group (IE: Myself, Kc, Bee, Erin etc...) hated him. Catherine, of course, knew us well enough to know that we didn't hate him, we were just anti-social.
SO Catherine talked to me on AIM, stating that our group should try to appear more friendly. I took it upon myself to get a little 'ice-breaking' done and struck up small conversation with him on the next DDR meeting. I simply told him that none of us hate him and that we're just 'not people persons' or 'socially challenged' as I prefer to use most often. Eventually, between dancing, he continued to speak to me with this and that. In fact, we began speaking about Flash because he apparently is also familiar with it and is learned enough to create his own things so we talked about that for a little while.
Well I bade him goodbye and left, never giving him a second thought...except for when Erin, Kc, and Bee argued that I was flirting and in my recent battle with stress, I had to fight the urge to wring their necks and/or yell at the top of my lungs and/or give the nearest one a 'shiner.'
So the weekend passed and we went back to school after our vacation and Erin brought up the flirt factor again but I still never gave the factor a second thought after talking about it...I mean, come on, I was going to English class, I love reading 1984! That book totally makes you think. Down with Big Bush-! Er...Brother...yeah...
--Anyways! Back onto the subject, we went to DDR again today and I didn't even bother speaking with the fellow since there were so many people and that everyone knows I prefer to hide in crowds most of the time. I wasn't too surprised when he came closer since I figured he was just going to talk so he could be a part of our little group or something. (He's pretty alienated a majority of the time, can't blame him). He offered to let me borrow his Flash MX in case I didn't have the full version but I assured him that mine was alright and that the only thing it was missing, at the beginning, was instructions.
Shortly after, it was my turn on the floor so I layed waste to the newbs and collapsed my left lung. I went with Mac so we went to do a shooting game and stuff and eventually were sitting on the little horse rides as a resting spot and watched the newbs try. After a moment, she got up and went to check the zombie killing game Bee and Jen were playing and the guy hesitantly approached again. I figured he was gonna talk about Flash again and, to be honest, I didn't really feel like talking.
Then the thinkable, yet unthinkable, happened. He opened his mouth and came straight forward saying "I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date some time."
Yes, my heart DID skip a beat but it was more to the fact that I barely knew him, much less his name (And, mind you, we only spoke once before). I didn't have the heart to say no but at least I had a good back up. I told him that I didn't think I could do it any time soon since I need to work on my Flash like hell so I can meet my oral presentation (and I'm not lying, once I get a chance this weekend, I'm gonna be surrounded by nothing but Flash).

So, yeah. I apparently have a new suitor. The big difference about this guy, though, is that he came straight forward AND is actually easy on the eyes for once...unlike the fat kid from Froshman year who is also a bit of an a** sweatdrop