I have finally found something that I am truly good at; a talent in which I truly excel. I am a pro at procrastinating. Not only that but I am really good at productively procrastinating. I somehow manage to complete an extraordinary amount of tasks that needed to be done but have been last on my list of things to do up until now where studying has become my life.
However, yesterday after spending the entire day being super productive (I cleaned the flat, mopped the floors, swept my room, washed the laundry and the linen and then even made my bed), I decided it was time to do something completely unproductive and found myself sitting at one of the local hangouts with one of my favourite girls drinking cocktails.
The great thing about friends is that you can talk for hours about virtually anything and after starting the conversation on my parents’ latest visit I suddenly found the two of us talking about blogging. She’s only recently started blogging and her excitement has inspired my latest exam induced blogging spree. Before I knew it we were sharing ideas and tips on how, where and what to write about.
This leads me to her latest article titled ‘Flirting’. This is the point in which I remembered my true skill; my actual talent. And I have decided to share it with all of you.
Now anyone who has ever been out with this friend of mine knows for a fact that she has even less than zero experience at flirting and to be honest, she’s kind of useless at it. Luckily she’s beautiful so she seems to cope regardless but I found myself giggling at the thought of her writing about a topic in which she is clearly useless.
Flirting is an art. It is something that we learn during our teenage years and it is probably the most useful weapon in a woman’s arsenal. It’s a tease, a dance, a prelude to a deeper need. It is a way of conveying your thoughts without words. It is a game and it is all in the eyes.
When I was younger and in hostel, I remember sitting on my bed one night during prep, I had finished my homework and was enjoying the peace and quiet of a busy hostel with a magazine. I can’t remember which one it was but it must have been one of the Cosmos making its way round the hostel at that time. There were various articles about sex toys and Karma Sutra positions but the page that intrigued me was the one that held tips for flirting.
I spent hours reading over that article; remembering every look, facial expression and line. I was mesmerized by the power that it gave me and wanted to know everything about it. After learning the pages by heart I went on to find other articles as well as trying out a few of my own tricks. I created a monster and I was really proud of it. I had help along the way from various friends and ‘experts’. This was a game and I loved playing it.
I therefore found it very amusing to be sitting opposite my friend watching her glance at the two boys who had just entered the restaurant and were sitting at the table behind us. I watched in horror as she made eye contact but quickly dropped her eyes and looked down, only slightly embarrassed. I carried on talking as if I hadn’t noticed but the little devil that lives in my head was rolling around, laughing.
I have therefore taken it upon myself to teach her the ways of the dating world. Lessons will start soon and I promise to keep you all up to date but until such a time I suggest that all the girls reading this take into account one vital tip. EYE CONTACT! That’s all it takes. J
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