One of my besties, Fiona is severely appalled by the way I interact with men. She has advised that I stop smacking them on the arm, and has commented that I am being too tomboy-ish or even, crude. Instead she has asked that I be more gentle, and has given me a demo on how I should do it, to highlight the applicability of her suggestion.
She’s also requested that I be more gracious, when men offer to buy me a drink. She said that I shouldn’t fend them off with unnecessarily silly excuses. Brenda seconds that.
I suppose I am capable of a softer approach, and it’s not like I can’t do it. I have for many a time flirted out-rightly, such as when I needed something, like in 2003, when I had to convince someone influential at university to let me get into the masters course after missing out by a few points (I didn’t succeed there, dammit) or especially after some drinks, because I need them to numb my internal monologue which tells me, “Stop being sleazy”! This is the same monologue that says “left, right, left” when I go down the stairs, in case I do a face plant, and “get out of my way!” when I am navigating a busy sidewalk.
Of late I haven’t been so comfortable flirting… what is wrong with me? I suppose I should be more assertive about my sexuality, since it’s a woman’s (and man’s) prerogative, but somewhere in my head I’ve equated flirting with courting drama or being jailbait. Hmmm… not sure where I got that from. Anyway, the smacking arm greeting is quite a recent thing. Again, I’m not so sure where I’d picked that up from.
So when I saw this print/poster on Pinterest, I had to pin it. It cracks me up!
I suppose I’ll keep working on it. That, or killing the monologue.
Image taken from Saying Images