Obvious

Lately I’ve been wondering how bad I am at flirting. There have been times when I’ve just been friendly with a guy and they have gotten the wrong idea, and times where I outwardly feel like I’m flirting with a guy and I never seemed to have it reciprocated. I look at [REDACTED]’s comments on his social media, and I find a lot of the thirsty comments from other girls rather pathetic because it follows a basic formula—drag out a conversation in the comments section, desperately trying to goad him into complimenting them, only to get denied at the pass. Maybe that’s what makes it fun for them—trying to get something out of him, get him to slip up. It just reads as desperate to me.

Sometimes I think maybe if I acted like the other girls who follow him, and left a comment just one glass of wine short of saying “I want your dick”, maybe, just MAYBE, I could get a reaction, but it’s not me. It just feels…obvious. Maybe I’ve watched too much film noir in my lifetime or get too much enjoyment analyzing David Lynch films for the obvious to satiate my sexual appetite. I enjoy the banter, there’s a mystique to it that lends itself to sexual tension, and sexual tension is the best. Sexual tensions is just an open ended question:

How far can I take this?

Did he catch that double entendre?

Will one of us slip up and say what we really mean?

Will we get fed up with the tension, let hormones do what they do best (well, maybe not mine currently since those are all fucked up right now, but you get what I mean…I hope)., throw caution to the wind, and finally succumb to animalistic urges?

Or are we edging ourselves until we reach an ideal moment where we can act on what we want?

I enjoy that the most, but I could see how that would be torture or irritating. I’m a woman who likes a challenge. I like working for it because if it does work in my favor, I know the other person also had to work for it, too. Flattery is nice, but it takes a lot to turn my head, so you have to do something rather charming for me to even take a second glance. Taking the obvious route might yield better results, but where’s the fun in that? Isn’t flirting supposed to be fun? What’s fun in obvious? The obvious is for the lazy.