How to Flirt

OK - officially today is my "W.T.F. Boston!??!?" day.

Traffic, weather, politics, and now people. I think it is all coming to a head.

Anyway, there is a saying in Boston that if you can last long enough to make a friend, you will have that friend for life.

Which is true, But then again Bostonians have a much lower B.S. tolerance level than anyone else in the world. Tell someone you don't know to "have a nice day" and they are liable to tell you to "go f*ck ya self you muthaf*ckah". I can kind of understand that. Fakery is for Pam Anderson's boobs, seen but not heard.

However, this makes for a pretty dreadful flirting scene. In all honesty it is hard for a girl to flirt with a boy without having to pluck his roving tentacles off. I said tentacles...

It's a sad fact that the chronic low tolerance to B.S. is in direct conflict with the ability to have a friendly, flirty banter with another person without being misleading.

Maybe that is not a condition unique to Boston, but my experience has been that "hey how you doin'?" translates into "hey, who you doin'?".

So here is a link to a guide to flirting.

It's long, thorough, and full of insight like:

"Some men also blow their chances by carrying on a conversation with a woman's breasts, rather than looking at her face."

And

"We would not suggest, for example, that a woman in a mini-skirt should 'echo' the open-legged sitting posture of her male companion."

And

"Do not use the eyebrow-flash in Japan, where it has definite sexual connotations and is therefore never used as a greeting signal."

Good luck! *wink*wink*