In the last vacation I took in Udaipur, once my cousin and I were crossing a typical dusty and busy street, when he pointed to the girl crossing from other side who was all the time stealing glances at us. Off course I did not notice the chick, let alone her stolen glance or tossing of hair. Later on when we were fooling around in Trident hotel, pretending to be scouts looking for corporate deals, the pretty hotel agent was generously showing us around the facility. While doing so, she also started sharing information about her past and present, which was entirely unsolicited. My cousin was quick to pick the cue and before leaving asked for her Orkut ID, to be in touch and continue the affair later on.
Damn it. Why am I unable to pick those hints dropped so discreetly by the fairer and sexier gender? In my first job I was always commented upon that I retreat when it matters the most or that many times I remain oblivious to subtle invitations and suggestions. I remain content with a general mutual discussion but never transcend the boundary and explore the bastions of naughtiness and flirtatiousness. There is an electricity generated at times when I see an electric pole but it remains shrouded behind the curtain of reticence and the camouflage of my no-nonsense disposition, which only results in me being the loser.
I guess this female flirting phobia is nothing new to me and has been along for sometime now. During my hostel days in school, girls use to sit cross-legged on the rocks in front of boys hostel gates with their skirts lifted up and shirt top buttons flung open. Those chicks indeed had delicious legs with a shiny texture basking in the glow of puberty, which they were all too proud and happy to display. Many of my friends pounced upon the offerings and progressed from the hostel rocks to school dispensary bed very soon, and I had to remain content only by hearing about their adventures, tales and ejaculations.
Few days back a PYT had joined my office. Though she was recently married but that did not stop her from approaching me and she indeed emitted some strong welcoming signals, but the poor me could never let go of my inhibitions and wasted a good opportunity. After some tries, the chick also gave up on me and proceeded with other interested contenders
I know I have been a laggard when it comes to progressing on the most desired and many times well presented prospects but the bane of me till now has been
When will I learn to flirt?
Damn it. Why am I unable to pick those hints dropped so discreetly by the fairer and sexier gender? In my first job I was always commented upon that I retreat when it matters the most or that many times I remain oblivious to subtle invitations and suggestions. I remain content with a general mutual discussion but never transcend the boundary and explore the bastions of naughtiness and flirtatiousness. There is an electricity generated at times when I see an electric pole but it remains shrouded behind the curtain of reticence and the camouflage of my no-nonsense disposition, which only results in me being the loser.
I guess this female flirting phobia is nothing new to me and has been along for sometime now. During my hostel days in school, girls use to sit cross-legged on the rocks in front of boys hostel gates with their skirts lifted up and shirt top buttons flung open. Those chicks indeed had delicious legs with a shiny texture basking in the glow of puberty, which they were all too proud and happy to display. Many of my friends pounced upon the offerings and progressed from the hostel rocks to school dispensary bed very soon, and I had to remain content only by hearing about their adventures, tales and ejaculations.
Few days back a PYT had joined my office. Though she was recently married but that did not stop her from approaching me and she indeed emitted some strong welcoming signals, but the poor me could never let go of my inhibitions and wasted a good opportunity. After some tries, the chick also gave up on me and proceeded with other interested contenders
I know I have been a laggard when it comes to progressing on the most desired and many times well presented prospects but the bane of me till now has been
When will I learn to flirt?
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lol i can only laugh man. you try dropping the line next time...free
ReplyDeletei guess you'll act when you are REALLY interested and not just for the heck of it
ReplyDeletelol.... I suffer from a similar syndrome...!!
ReplyDeletelmao!
ReplyDeletei suck at flirting myself!.. so much that its starting to annoy me when i cant approach my crushes! lol!
Somehow I find that pretty easy to believe..[:D]
ReplyDeletehEHE...LOL!!:D
ReplyDeleteM not good at it either...where do they give classes to learn this art??:P
Oh I can so relate. I guess its usually cuz my head is mostly facing down... I don't know as to why..
ReplyDeleteAs for you.. Iguess things will naturally happen when you are "really" interested. :)
If flirting is hard.. try indifference.. that pulls too.
ReplyDeleteHahaha. That's kinda sad. :[ :P But it'll happen. You probably won't have to flirt to get a girl. =p And maybe she'll like that about you. :D
ReplyDeletePeople who flirt too much aren't attractive either though so maybe you don't need to learn? :)
ReplyDeleteAww. That's okay. Your woman will come when you would want to give it all up for her. :)
ReplyDeleteKisses.
oh come on now, you dont have to learn it, you so know it. it comes from within you :)
ReplyDeletereally!
I remain content with a general mutual discussion but never transcend the boundary and explore the bastions of naughtiness and flirtatiousness. There is an electricity generated at times when I see an electric pole but it remains shrouded behind the curtain of reticence and the camouflage of my no-nonsense disposition, which only results in me being the loser.
ReplyDeleteWhat lines man!! You write great. I enjoy it immensely.