Picked up on, not picking up

Last year we went to the local Hahira Honeybee Festival. I was so big... So fat and so hot that I nearly passed out. I spent probably 1- one and a half hours to cool off in the shade enough to function. 

It was embarrassing. And I felt bad the entire family just had to wait on me. What a sad existence. It was a pivotal moment. Just horrible. 

This year I was bound and determined to make it a good day and redeem myself. So again, I stood in the heat, in the sun beaming down in a line at the same booth to get food in. I tend to make myself do the same things to make sure I can. Maybe it's just me...

So last year I was squatting down ordering my food as I was seeing black. Moments from passing out. This year I was standing in line... With a guy trying to pick me up. It's comical and funnier because I don't even realize it's happening.... Perceptive as I am, it seems like there is no way it can happen so when it does.... I don't even see it happening. 

Today's moment of clarity Los after probably 20 minutes of conversation but him saying "it's been nice talking to you in line. I'm sure when other guys talk to you, they are always flirting." Me: "yeah, usually not." Him: "well I don't see why not"... That's when it hit me. Hmmm...

Picked up on, not having to be picked up from nearly passing out.