Years ago, I read an article on flirting. The author despaired of how flirting is no longer an art, something to be practiced graciously with the intent only to flatter and please, but is now something to be used for the express purpose of getting sex. She wrote that flirting, in its pure form, is focused, complimentary attention, and that the best flirt she had ever met was Colin Powell. While I can't readily see that, I'm happy to take her word for it. A world in which Colin Powell is a skilled practitioner of the art of flirting just seems to be a happier one to live in.
While flirting can so often be misinterpreted as bearing serious intent, it shouldn't be. Because the fun of it rests in the momentary pleasure both given and received.
We Are Family, My Kangaroo Sisters and Me - This article is ten years old now. But in revisiting this blog, I saw this post among my drafts and had to publish it. Had to. I am not sure to what d...
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