Why is it that flirting lifts my spirit and puts a little bounce in my step? It is not that I need others to validate who I am or to help me feel sexy. But, a flirtatious conversation can put a smile on my face faster than you can snap your fingers.
I am a flirt, I suppose, if the truth be known. I like to play with words, engage in the double entente, and even say something to get a reaction. I am a harmless flirt though in that I never take it seriously – it is all in good fun.
Sometimes I flirt without realizing I am really, even possibly, doing it. I will chat with one of the younger guys in the hall and find myself smiling, raising my eye brows, using a little different voice that implies that we are on the same team; it is us against them. But it is nothing more than fun – and I am careful about who receives such attentions.
It is funny how we instinctively know with whom we can play and with whom we can’t… and in play I mean have fun not play in a physical sense. I am one of those who don’t play where I work!
I recently had a phone conversation with That Guy that was fun. Our conversations of late are scattered in nature as we are out of practice – friends living on two different sides of the world can find themselves in that sort of predicament. My call to him was in response to his e-mail… here is my number if you ever want to call.
I went from calling him frequently before he went abroad to not fully understanding that I can now call him any time again since he has returned.
So, as any good friend would… I picked up the phone and dialed. And then I attempted to flirt. (Because that is what I do)
My attempts to flirt were falling flat. I mean really, I was bombing big time. It could have been that his office was not empty leaving him free to flirt back or, more likely; it could be that I have just been off of late. My attempts to flirt via e-mail have been falling very flat too. We are talking flatter than a week old open can of Coke!
I finally gave up after an attempt to joke about dangling participles failed miserably. “If you were a voice person, your participle would not be dangling.” I told him. I was just a tad frustrated and sensed it was jus time to move on.
I received an e-mail from a great gal who shared her recent fun flirting experience. Lucky her!! Envious, jealous, whatever… I sent a note back…I really need a date!!
And I do – of the fun flirtatious variety!