Of late, I’ve been charged with flirting blatantly. And I certainly plead guilty. A modest blush paints my face. I look at you, you frown with disapproval. I pass a smile, your frown disappears into thin air. I perhaps then pass a wink, too.
Many of you fine wordsmiths would agree that the art of flirting comes naturally when words are your true and only smithy. Oh, you do know well enough that words can thaw the frosty sylphs or conceited dudes, words can create wonders out of voids, can make many a brave heart flutter and shudder and bleed and swoon.
Yet, this art is accompanied by a curse. For who would believe your words in time to come if you compare almost everyone to a summer’s day? Woo, good friends, but with a measure.
You say you’re coy? And that such opportunities are rare? And the thought itself makes you weak at the knees?
But haven’t you found yourself wooing and flirting now and then? With acquaints or with complete strangers? In a coffee house or a club or even in a bus stand whilst waiting for the bus to arrive? Or perhaps over text messages with people sitting half the world away from you?
I certainly have and I came back alive, my heart a crack-less, complete whole.
I, therefore, see no reason why flirting should not be pursued shamelessly. After all, there are no serious repercussions of this playful act. Plus, flirting fills up the cavity which the absence of a romantic partner creates in the chest.
Reeling backward in time, we are met with the age when courting and wooing used to be the office of men alone. Oh dear!
A realization dawned upon me – even today, it’s relatively easier for men to flirt as compared to women. Women usually refrain from flirting, since along with flirting comes great expectations and grave misunderstandings. And secretly, we hope to be courted by you fine gentlemen out there.
Some days, I am out and about with my poetic bait, chasing a fancy he-butterfly. He is always, always fluttering and flying- away from my grasp…But he’s so beautiful I cannot stop myself from carrying on this vain chase. Other days, I want to sit the old-fashioned way, wait by the open casement for a lover to come and sing me serenades. On such days, I wish to be wooed and kissed and loved, and often, too.
A hopeless wish, true, but not entirely so.
“How?” You may ask.
“For my dear darling, the one reading this, for a wooer I have you!”
Truly enjoyed this. Reminds me of discussions I have been having with another WordPress poet about flirting
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It seems WordPress is notorious for such acts. And why not? It has writers and writers have their words!
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Did you read Poet’s Love Song? https://braveandrecklessblog.com/2017/01/24/poets-love-song-romantictuesday/ I often think about the way we gift our words to others and rarely get words that we cherish back in return. That and its fun to flirt with someone who is as facile with words as we are! 😉 I know I have written several poems that were inspired by folks I met on WordPress and got to have an epic literary climax with Olde Punk!
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Happened to be in your neighbourhood….so strolled by 🙂
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Strolled by without wooing? Ah a proper neighbour!
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Ah…now that’s food for thought!
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amazing
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We shall have a toast to that. But if I may, what of the shy hearts who are wordsmiths? What magic spell would you suggest for them? For them, to shamelessly flirt is like wanderlust to those who cannot travel. 🙂
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The shy hearts? They know their art well enough. They’ll politely invite you over for two cups of dawn.
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Excellent.
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You have me on my knees. I could only dream of a woman who speaks to me like this. I could fall in love for real!
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And thus my attempt at wooing was not entirely vain.
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No. You hit the target in the heart.
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Ah yes, well penned. I love to flirt. I love to make someone feel good about themselves. That makes me feel good. I want to know that somewhere out in the vast expanse is a man who thinks they are pretty special, worthy of love and affection
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Oh I know you of old! You, mister, are a veteran in those particular arts, mister.
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Moi?
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Oui. Toi.
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je ne comprends pas belle dame des étoiles
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Me neither.
Do you really know how to speak French?
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Je parle un peu
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Je ne comprende pas beaucoup
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But, je comprende “je Pense vous ets tre jolie mademoiselle!😎
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Everyone knows you’re only here to flirt.
You don’t mean a word you say. *sobs and runs away*
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You are joking I hope, that would be a terrible interpretation of my intentions
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Are you being completely serious? I’m distraught now for real. I’m sorry if I’ve offended you or anyone else.
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I was teasing you, dear Rob. I was too much driven by the theme of this post.
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Oh gosh, you put a scare in me. That’s certainly not why I’m here. But I can’t help but flirt. But not always truly?
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I wouldn’t know.
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Sure you would. I gave you my very special poem remember? One that is best and dear to me. Only you have read it. I swear it
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Be very weary of the 🐺 in 🐑 clothing, please be careful!
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Curiouser and curiouser. I wonder why why you’d say so…
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There’s 4 of us out here that could tell you of very, very similar experiences. Our bond is that we share in a common peril of falling for the lies and manipulation of this Narcissist! You want to know more.. contact me and I will tell you and I’ll get you in contact with the others, if it’s really that important to you. Read the post on my blog “My Ex is Creeping on You”. It may give you some more insight.. please be careful. We don’t want anyone else to suffer like we did. Same patterns and behaviors, he preys on kind hearted, loving, generous, empaths. Once he conquers, he destroys, well at least he try’s! We are the survivors and we all thought we were different. I’m only 10 months removed aka discarded, the others have more time and give me hope. They warned me, I didn’t listen. Ooooo how I wish I had!!
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I refuse to comment on anyone’s personal life, good ma’am.
An atmosphere of flirting and wooing is spread across this post. If you throw a glance at the other comments, you’d know what I’m talking about.
And thus, in the wise words of Browning,
“She smiled, no doubt,
Whene’er I passed her;
but who passed without
Much the same smile?”
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Smart woman! Blessings!
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But wait… I’m new here.. so you’re not commenting on personal lives here, people’s life experiences? He’s a fraud and a phony. That was my point. Consider yourself warned. 😉 carry on beautiful!
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Player!!! Your days are numbered my dear Ex!
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Let your words be your weapon of choice when dealing in the war raging within each and every beating heart…
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I have never found myself flirting in the internet, you should be ashamed of yourself…… by the way you have a beautiful face and long black hair, and that is not flirting, I;m just stating a fact.
So when do we get married?
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Beauty is subjective, and my hair barely touch my shoulders.
If we were to get married, dear Charly, what must become of Candy? Will you leave the love of your life lover-less?
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Do all girls rememberr every specific word? Kind of freaky.
Yes, Candy’s they will go away since I’ m in love with YOU. That is it.
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I must confess I had to voyage through your sea of blogs to find out Candy’s name.
A man who leaves one woman for you may one day leave you for another…
Alas.
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I’m too faithful
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Ma’am that post of yours is lovely. Truth with the mixture of lightness of the serious matter. It did hit me straight and easy. Well written
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I’m delighted to hear that!
Oh but I turned 20 not a week ago. I’m not old enough to be called ma’am.
Will you not fill up your blog’s ‘about page’? I’m curious to find out more about a certain somebody who probably has the happiest life in the world…
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Do we have a way better than WordPress to talk?
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Do you mean you have something secretive and terribly scandalous to tell me?
You can use the contact form to do so.
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You’re certainly funny. But no
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I like this. I would like to feature u on my blog.
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Oh, wondorous day! A gentleman finds my work agreeable enough to feature it on his blog.
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Truly, your work is more agreeable than my own. It is def worth the reading 🌷
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I’ve always, unintentionally, flirted, with every guy I come in contact with. Fortunately, I was made aware of it before college and career. I’ll bend gracefully and lightly touch my fingertips to his hand, twirl my hair, giggle, tease… Sometimes, of late, I do it on purpose just to watch them squirm.
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My oh my!
I shall have to learn some tricks of this trade from you.
Are you perchance French? (A certain French man is in possession of my heart and is not willing to return it. I might want your help.)
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No, not french. But my advice, be graceful and elegant. Tilt your head when you smile or laugh. Crinkle your nose, nibble at your fingertip, bat your eyelashes Use words and phrases like “clumsy-of-me” and “oh my dear heavens”.
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Well, I’m sold.
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