“Honestly, Sal, I don’t know what else to do.”
Her friend shook her head and smiled.
“Let me get this straight, you have made eyes at him, squeezed and hung on longer than the friendly hug, and even landed a kiss on the lips, rather than the safe cheek or forehead , and he hasn’t realised that you quite fancy him? Outrageous! What with men being such perceptive and frankly psychic creatures. He’s just toying with you Jen. He knows you’re panting for him and he just wants to see how hard you’re prepared to work!”
Sal tried to hold her serious face as she finished her analysis, but it only held for a moment before she collapsed onto the bed in peals of laughter.
Jen looked at her, confused, and started flapping her mouth like a fish, failing to come back with a witty rejoinder.
As Sal recovered her composure she saw this display of speechless frustration and nearly lost it again.
“Jen you need to talk to him. Do you know how many times most men get slapped for getting all those signs wrong before they get to thirty?”