I am a
serious flirt.
Just ask my boyfriend, that’s how I got
him. I flirted my heart out and eventually just flat up told him that I
liked him. Five years later and one of these days he’s gonna ask me to marry
him. (hint, hint)
But I’m also
one of those people that can pour on the charm when I want/need something. I
didn’t get the pre-sale password for those tickets by fighting with anyone. I
even got my credits for college redone so that I didn’t have to take six
classes. The only place my charming self hasn’t worked is Italy, but you just
scream a lot in Italian and everyone does what you want.
I think it’s
kind of silly that kindness and politeness has become so rare today that people
mistake it as flirting. I smile, say thank you and please and people think I
want the D. (Or V, that has happened to me before.) But I’m nice because I know that getting angry, being rude or acting
like I don’t care doesn’t get me anything.
So I guess
when I say I’m a flirt, what I really mean is that I’m a decent human being and
that I behave the way society should expect us to behave. Just warning all you
boys (and girls) out there that the only person I actually flirt-flirt with is
Taylor. He’s the only guy for me and
will be for all time. But, as long as the Bruegger’s boys keep giving me
free bagels, I’m going to keep being nice.
Challenge to
my Readers:
I know a lot
of people (male and female) who tell me that they think flirting is hard. I
promise it isn’t. Flirting is as easy as thinking of something nice and then
doing it. As long as your actions are done with kindness it’s kind of hard to
misinterpret them. Example: If you see a cute guy at another table, order them
a basket of fries and have it sent over to them. It’s classier and cooler than
buying a drink, because that sends the whole I-just-want-you-drunk message.
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