Subconcious, selective flirting?

I had dinner with Stacy the other night. We had been planning this for at least a week or two and we finally decided on a date and time. Wouldn’t you know that we would set our dinner to be on the same evening that the snow storm was coming?! Luckily we weren’t caught up in it. We made our plans and tried to decide which restaurant to go to in Reston. What a complete pain in the ass. I wanted to make sure that we went someplace she likes and she was indecisive. Oh, this made for a grand evening! Unfortunately, she’s still working in downtown D.C. and I’m working a stone’s throw away from my house. I decided that I would go shopping while I waited for her to get off work. You know me: I loooooooooooooove to shop.

I get off work and immediately head for Reston. I left the office at about 5:30 and I got to the Town Center at 6pm. I started roaming around, looking in all the shops – Eddie Bauer, Banana Republic, some of the smaller boutiques, etc. I would up buying gifts at Pottery Barn and some other cool stuff at this small store. I can’t remember the name of it, though. All I remember is that the store owner was a slightly older woman wearing a tight red sweater that accentuated her rack. She also wore a mini-skirt and fishnet hose. Oh, meow! It was a lot of fun flirting with her. We got to talking about our Jeeps, the weather, music, her daughter and a lot of other stuff. I have no idea how I do it. I’m was just shopping and bopping around and the next thing you know is that I’m chit chatting with a woman and my hand is on her thigh. Oy. I didn’t even realize it was happening but she was encouraging it. After about 20 minutes, I decided it would probably be best for me to leave. Stacy finally called me on my cell phone and gave me the perfect ‘out’ of the situation I was in. Whew!

When Stacy and I met up we went to Cosi for sammiches and drinks. The food wasn’t too bad! I ended up getting some frou frou drink called the Captain’s Special or something. It tasted like a spiced rum cider with whipped cream on top. It made me feel like such a pretty girl. Stacy, on the other hand, went for the chocolate martini. Poor girl. Here she is trying to fight her slight cold with liquor. We wound up talking about stuff – catching up on gossip, bitching about work and people, poking fun at each other. I love Stacy to death. Especially when she calls me a lard ass. We just had a nice time sitting, eating, drinking and bitching. Afterwards, we did a little more shopping and then decided to call it an evening. It was a very nice, relaxing evening capped off with a good-bye hug.

So the really weird thing is that I didn’t do anything flirty with Stacy. Nothing. And yet, with the other woman I’m pretty sure that if I was single and put my mind to it I probably could have had a fling in the store room. Was it because I was familiar with Stacy and unfamiliar with the other woman that things happened the way that they did? I think Stacy is pretty hot (which, if you know me, is pretty impressive since I have this thing against Asian women), and more attractive than the store owner. Maybe my libido isn’t working correctly. Or maybe I’m smart enough not to put a friendship that I want to maintain in jeopardy.

Anyone have any ideas??