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Signs of Life (3)

Surveying the landscape of this fairly progressive creative office, I’m not sure anyone would bat a lash if I asked him out for a drink right then and there, however that was exactly where I was left contemplating. What’s appropriate when you hardly know sign language or Deaf culture, and you’re not one hundred percent sure the object of your affections wouldn’t be offended by such a proposal? I’d tried asking around, but the reaction wasn’t favorable. It appeared that most of the females in this office had, or had at one time, taken an interest, felt defeated over the same issue, and seemed to feel rather defensive over it. Maya, who sits across the aisle from me behind her drawing tablet, clucks her tongue disapprovingly every time he walks away as she thinks I should, and I quote, “just give him your bedroom eyes and slip him the signal.”

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