A few points about today’s strip:
- It’s late. I’m sorry about that, but I’ve haven’t been feeling too well for a couple of days, and medicine knocked me out last night before I could finish this strip. (I may have the same issue with tomorrow. Hope not!)
- Apparently Ryan is the only person who dressed up for the dance.
- Bomb seems to have some sort of relationship with Max & Norm. At least they’re all wearing black shirts now. That might be something worth exploring in future episodes.
- It’s another strip about unrequited love. Well, as a longtime Peanuts fan, I almost feel obliged to do unrequited love strips. But the truth is, I’m writing a good part of this from Ryan’s point of view.
Because I am absolutely clueless in recognizing when a girl is flirting with me.
Just ask my wife. On more than one occasion, I’ve had a conversation like this:
Her: Didn’t you notice that girl flirting with you?
Me: Flirting? I just thought she was friendly. She was trying to sell me something.
Her: There’s selling and there’s flirting. Can’t you tell the difference?
Me: Why would anyone want to flirt with me?
Her: You’re hopeless.
Which usually segues into her reminding me how she practically had to throw herself at me. (She didn’t really throw herself at me, but she made it very clear that she liked me.)
Looking back, I have to say that she’s probably right. I was never any good at that “chase me til I catch you” game that boys and girls play, and I’m sure that there are many… possibilities, let’s say… that I let go by because it wouldn’t occur to me that someone might be interesting in me.
But in the end, it worked out for the best. When my wife hit me in the head with a brick, I knew it was love.
(Uh, you all know that she didn’t really hit me, right? That was just a Krazy Kat metaphor.)
