Such a Flirt

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!