I'm not a sweet flirt, I'm a bitter one.
Flirting. A topic I keep coming back to. Mostly because I'm so bad at it, and I'm trying to figure out how to be better.
If you've been reading me for a while, you know I have a tongue on me that gets me into trouble whenever I open my mouth, or for that matter, whenever I type. It's just part of that whole "I'm an Aries deal with it" texture that I am made from.
And that shows the best in my style of communication with men. Granted, I have admitted too; to the fact I have no idea how to communicate with a certain man. In one blog post I even asked out loud if I am a vexation on his nerves or if he finds me very amiable. I am still on the fence when it comes to this guy. I just can not figure him out... Anyways...
I've watched other women flirt sweetly. Cooing at everything a man does, filling his ego with nonsense that makes him seem nothing more then bubble wrap, and the woman dripping of sugar coated dren.
I can not stomach that. At all.
My attack, is the opposite. I much prefer to tease a man. Personally, I find a man with just a sharp a tongue and quick witted mind sexier then just ... well bubble wrap.
As I'm reading the latest book for review "A Perfect Bride for Mr. Darcy" I am faced head on with the topic of flirting and trying to figure out what subtle notes and sentences are underlined with positive affection and what ones are laced with meanness. The subplot seems to be all the characters questioning their ability to entice the object of their affection. The most heated being the witty banter between Darcy and Elizabeth. Which of course, reminds me of my own poor attempts at catching a man's attention.
So I suppose, if your natural flirting style is to challenge, then how do you know you're in a duel or a duet?
