(this is a picture of an awkward audition. that old guy in the background will be directing this piece..and touching you whether you like it or not...he will pretend it's him trying to help you speak from your diaphragm..we know that's a lie.)
Ok, put your dance belts on! Stretch it out! It's time to do a reading of my new play called: "Inept Flirting Girl" Ready?
Hey Girl. You look cute today.
Stop it. You don't mean that. Seriously. Stop that. Walk away. Now.
(winks at Girl)
You should get some eye drops. Your eye seems dry.
(sits close so his arm is touching hers)
Oh, do you not have enough room in that seat of yours, buddy? Why don't you give a lady her space?
(Runs away crying)
Take a bow!
That was an excerpt from the play, it was Scene One: Common Scenario of Inept Flirting Girl, Just another Monday. While everyone we saw at callbacks for this play were good, the role of the girl in this scene is going to be played by ME. Sorry folks. See you at the next auditions!
I am not a flirty person. Any type of flirtation that comes out of me is merely by accident. You see, I think I may have been dropped as a child causing my flirting tools to be permanently damaged.
When it comes to flirtation many people say.."live in the moment" or "just feel it out"..here's the thing..it makes me uncomfortable to feel it out, it makes me feel stupid to live in that moment. I have a lot of friends who like to "get their sexy on," but that's simply not me. It doesn't matter who it is in front of me too.
As the recipient of flirtation, I am a mess as well. He could be a dolphin trainer with the looks of Hugh Grant and I would still behave like a bumbling idiot. If someone winks at me, I wonder if they have a piece of dust stuck in their eye. If a boy sits close to me, I assume it's because they don't have enough room on their enormous couch, and then politely ask them to scoot over so that I can have room to breathe. Say for instance his hand brushes mine, I make no mind to that..I assume it's because they have a shaky hand and it just shook over to mine by accident.
Flirting makes me feel dumb. There. I said it.
I have this thought, flirting is a little selfish if you think about it. It makes the Flirter feel good about themselves, it isn't always about making the Flirtee feel special. You see, flirting allows one to show off how charming and adorable they are. By flirting with another person they develop an inflated sense of self. They think, "Wow, I'm so suave and delicious. This person has no chance at resisting the meal I'm bringing to this dinner table!"
Now, now..calm down, I'm not saying that I'm a martyr because I wasn't born with the flirting gene, but I am saying that flirting is an act of ulterior motives. Perhaps we flirt to make ourselves feel desirable?
They say people are born flirts. Babies are born and start winking at everyone, and people just say about them, "Oh, he's such a flirt!"...but where did he learn that? He flirts with everyone because he's a baby, it makes him feel good about himself! His flirting target is of no mind to him, he just likes winking and feeling like the big baby on campus! It doesn't matter if it's his classmates at daycare, the lady at the check out at Babies-R-Us, or even his own mother! He flirts because he's a baby and it gives him power! (I'm not saying I hate babies. They are fine...I guess)
Flirting is not something I can do. I wasn't born a winker, and I'm not going to evolve into one. It's just the cross I have to bear. I have to go rehearse my play now. "Inept Flirting Girl" will open next summer...in my basement. There are seats for everyone. I have to cast BOY, but I keep stumbling over them every time I go out on a date, so I'm sure I'll find one and then about 45 understudies.