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Last night, I was the object of open -- even blatant -- flirting.
There are, of course, millions of people in the world for whom such an occurance would hardly merit mention, and I'll admit that it's kind of sad that a simple flirtation should motivate me to undertake a new entry for this journal, but, in my case, it's news.
I'm of the opinion that there's not enough flirting in the world. Sure, we all bat our eyes at those we find attractive, but we should endeavor, I think, to offer fleeting flirtations to even those to whom we are not really drawn. Few acts of generosity yield more delight.
Of course, an intimation of interest is most appreciated when the feeling is mutual, but even when it is not -- as in my encounter last night, alas -- it can be a day brightener. And the flirter invariably rises at least a bit in the flirtee's esteem, so, really, it's a win-win situation. Everyone benefits.
Of course, there are people whose intended flirtations more closely resemble verbal assaults. Coarse remarks and crude come-ons are not what I'm referring to. Subtlety is key.
I'll offer an example. About ten years ago, I was walking east on Central Park South. As I drew near Sixth Avenue, I noted that there was a statuesque beauty, accompanied by an entourage of three or four men, walking toward me. I became aware that the woman was looking right at me, really taking me in, and I wondered whether she perhaps thought she knew me or if, in fact, she, y'know, liked what she saw.
(You should know that I'm blushing even as I type this. I do not, I assure you, generally presume that women who encounter me on the street "like what they see." Quite the opposite, in fact -- and with good reason. But this woman was undeniably giving me the once-over.)
Finally, at the very last moment -- just before we had passed one another going in opposite directions -- I looked more closely at the woman.
It was Uma Thurman
Now, I think we can all safely assume that Ms. Thurman must somehow have thought my face familiar. Considering the circles in which she travels, I'm the first to admit it was terribly unlikely that she was, as my friend Brian used to state it, "giving me the look of love." She can easily do much better.
Nonetheless, you can be certain that every time I've repeated this story (and I've told it often), Ms. Thurman was, indeed, giving me the look of love.
You see what I mean?
One brief flirtation -- and let's face it, it might more accurately be termed a case of mistaken identity on her part -- and I'm still aglow.
So it is that I urge you, B&Y readers. to endeavor to flirt with someone today -- with a stranger, perhaps, or, even better, with someone you might not generally consider desirable. A light touch is called for, remember -- no need to give anyone false hopes or the heebie-jeebies. Just do your part today to ensure that at least person feels a little bit more appealing tonight when he or she goes to bed than they did when they got up this morning.
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