Flirt with hot men
In my previous article about Vulnerability in Relationships, I bashed using teasing/banter as a basis for displaying sexual interest. I referred to it as “a horrible mindset” and implied it was dishonest.
As usual, whenever I turn my nose up to this type of flirting someone always chimes in and says, “Aw, come on Mark, it’s harmless flirting. Why are you existence so hard on it?” Some people even earn upset, saying they “love” the verbal sparring that comes with this type of sexual interaction. They even get angry sometimes, like I just pissed on their dog or something.
But the reason I’m hard on derogatory flirting is because it’s a shitty way to instigate a sexual relationship. Fact.
Some people love the banter and the innuendo and the “hard to get” stuff and the verbal sparring and the never-ending competition for dominance. These are usually the alike people that are complaining that they can’t locate a high quality man/woman and will bore you with calamitous break-up story after calamitous break-up story at the drop of a hat. Cry me a river.
Derogatory flirting sucks because
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I love taking the subway because it&#;s a great place to people see. And, an marvelous place to eye-fuck. Last night my friend Jules and I were taking the train advocate to Brooklyn after seeing James Blake at Terminal 5. It was gorgeous out so we walked all the way from the venue, at 56th and 11th Way, through Times Square, past Herald Square, through Chelsea, all the way to the 14th Avenue L stop. When the train finally came, we got in and continued talking but our conversation came to a screech when The Hot Guy walked in. We both looked at each other like&#;how do I autograph up for that.
The hot guy is wearing jeans, a t-shirt and a black motorcycle jacket. Cool, edgy, premature 30s and looks like he maybe plays the drums in some band or is, perhaps, a freelance poet. He&#;s tall with amazing cheek bones and a kind, full head of black hair. He was so scorching. Sort of fond of a 21st century James Dean.
Jules gets out at Union Square, we touch and hug goodbye. I&#;m praying The Hot Guy stays. He does. The train was caring of crowded, as it usually is at this day of night, and I kept slender
Yesterday, I was flirted with again.
In the early afternoon, the circuits in my apartment blew. That has never happened before, so I didn't know how to turn them back on and my landlord wasn't around. So, while I usually stay CHAINED to my desk from 9-to-whenever, in the hopes of getting as much work done as humanly possible, I had no choice but to spend the rest of the day elsewhere. As I prepared to leave out, I dressed for comfort rather than attractiveness — very short black shorts (that probably showed a little back-thigh cellulite though I try not to think about it) and a black T-shirt.
I arrived at my go-to coffee shop only to discover that one of its A/C units was busted, making the place distinctly Inferno-esque. Cranky, I was making my way to another café when I passed a groovy little bakery I'd never paid much attention to before. The place had a few lovely little tables set up — all of them empty. I asked the pink-cheeked young man behind the counter — who couldn't hold been much more than 23 — if it was okay for me to get tea and a sandwi