Dear Mr. Melissa Blake:
Please tell me I’ve read the book Flirtexting by the time we met, or at least breezed through it at Barnes & Noble, maybe even taking those meticulous notes I was so good at in college?
I only ask because in 2010? Well, let’s just say I’m more awkward than flirty, a bit more “Oh shoot” than “Oh yeah.”
At least that has always been the case for me. Flirting is like learning a new language for me, Sweetpea: there’s a window of opportunity where your mind can absorb it all like a Swiffer sponge: the key phrases, the vocabulary, the weird rules. Once that window closes, though, all you’re left with is the instruction manual – clueless and puzzled. I got to thinking recently about my window, and how there’s a very good chance I missed it altogether.
I’ve tried to pick it up – this whole art of flirting thing – yet more often than not, the men on the receiving end have virtually no idea what I’m doing. Or, if they do, they’re too polite (or scared?) to say anything. Their eyes just glaze over, and I’m pretty sure their reason for slowly inching backwards isn’t because I’ve blinded them science or with my advanced-level flirting skills.
So naturally, over the years, I couldn’t help but think my disability had a little something to do with it (OK, maybe more like a rather big something; maybe this whole honesty thing isn’t such a good thing after all). The consensus among the general public seems to be that those with disabilities don’t flirt. Maybe they think we have more important things to do, or maybe they’re so charmed by our sheer wit that they’re left awestruck and speechless. Who knows, but in my quest for answers to my flirting foibles, I did what any 20-something would do: I turned to the pages of self-help books. Maybe I’d be lucky enough to find Flirting For Dummies, complete with an appropriate cover of two very-confused people standing very far apart.
Touted as “the new first step in dating,” the authors of said flirt book obviously didn’t have me in mind when writing it, considering I’m just learning the first step and am no where near ready to learn the first new step. But, I tried to remain open to learning. Just what is this new-fangled term flirtexting? Leave it to Flirtexting’s very own Web site to give me some much-need perspective.
“Any text message sent between you and a boy you would like to date or are currently dating (i.e.; someone you would like to make out with or are currently making out with. These texts normally contain flirty, witty banter that typically leads to a date.”
I could hear the music now: Welcome to the dawn of the Digital Age of Dating. I think I’m in for a bumpy ride…
Whoa, slow down there, I thought, as I quickly did the math in my head. So now, in addition to learning the ropes of flirting, I would also have to learn the intricacies of texting (Did I mention I’m probably the last of my generation who doesn’t text?)Frankly, all the work seems a bit much. What happened to the classic old-fashioned face-to-face, blushing-cheek-to-blushing-cheek form of flirting? Granted, I’ll be the first to admit my escapades in real-time flirting were never sleek or even remotely sophisticated, but I guarantee they were (and still are!) far more hilarious than any flirtexting footsie could ever be. Need more proof?
Here’s what happened when I attempted some of the classic, old-school flirting techniques:
Eye Contact
The old-school flirting experts say this is a trademark move. Spot a guy, hold his gaze, smile coyly and then quickly look away. If pulled off correctly, said guy will take the hint of your subtle invitation, and slowly make his way across the room to you. After a few practices, including sporting different types of smiles, I came to the conclusion that, no, I hadn’t pulled it off correctly. My “guy spy” usually resulted in him walking (OK. Sometimes running ) in the other direction. The key, I didn’t know, was to look briefly – any longer makes you look like a stalker.
**Guys, I apologize if I ever gave you the impression that I was a certifiable stalker. I’m not. Apparently, I just tend to lose track of time easily.
Hearty Laughter & The Hair Flip
In college, I fell hard for Greg. We worked on the college newspaper together. He was a witty writer with a penchant for sarcastic humor. I’d never been one of those people who laughs loudly in public (I figured my disability drew enough attention my way), but I liked Greg, so I took the opportunity to try the trick I’d seen my female coworkers do; they actually made it look cool, so why not, I thought? Greg and I would talk, he’d sling a sarcastic barb and I’d let it rip like a hyena. Later, I’d casually flip my hair back a la Marcia Brady. Looking back now, I think the whole scenario resembled more of a comedy than a serious drama. For one, my laugh tends to take the turn of a nervous tick when I’m, well, nervous (did I mention I tend to get very nervously awkward around guys I like?). And two, my spine is fused, which makes the whole hair-flipping thing look more like an awkward twitch than a sly move.
Chat Him Up
This should be the easiest one, right? Sure, if you’re anyone but me. I’m a shy girl, so I don’t exactly have an advantage when it comes to thinking of something witty or at least non-awkward to say to that potential beau. But if my disability has given me one thing – aside from my petite frame – it’s a strong will of sheer determination. If I want something bad enough, I’m going to get it.
**Note: I’m sure that something will include you someday, Sweetpea.
Yet maybe I should have known that my fierce determination, coupled with my obvious awkwardness, would result in this: I pump myself up to talk to a guy, quickly go from being a Chatty Cathy to a Mumbling, sometimes Manic, Mary. Half the time, I either say the wrong thing, or can’t even remember what I said in the first place. The verdict, Sweetpea, is clear: I can’t put on those gloves for some hot flirtexting. At least not yet. But I do know one thing: I’m incredibly witty and flirtatious on paper. Maybe that will someday translate to the screen of a guy’s cell phone. Until then, I think I’ll just buy a thesaurus. Until we meet…
[Photos via Audrey Hepburn Complex]
April. says
Hey Melissa,
I don't use my blog very much, but I ran into your blog the other day and had to tell you that I love it! I really like your sense of humor 🙂
I also noticed that you said you're a freelance writer. I'm sixteen and I'm considering the same career. A lot of people tell me it's a very difficult job, but I love writing and I think it sounds like a great career to have.
If you don't mind, is there any advice you could give me on getting started as a freelance writer? I'll be graduating high school this December and I'll take any advice I can get. Anyway, you seem to be a great writer! I hope my writer can be as interesting as yours when I begin my career!
Hope you're doing well! 🙂
– April
SilverNeurotic says
I'm not even sure if a person can learn to flirt. I've always thought it was just a gene you were born with or something like that.
Melissa Blake says
I agree, silver!
Hi April – thanks for stopping by! The best writing advice I have is to just keep writing. Practice, practice, practice!! Good luck to you!
April. says
Haha, yeah, practice is always good. Hopefully all of the practice will pay off when I get my career started!
And I like your whole Letters To My Future Husband idea, I've been thinking about doing the same thing. Seems like a great thing to do until Mr. Right comes along, lol.
Jessi Haish says
I. Love. This. I know I always say "this is my favorite post" but seriously they just get better and better. Love this one!! You actually had me laughing out loud and grinning to myself. Love it!
Melissa Blake says
Glad you liked it, Jessi!! 🙂
Pink Flower says
Aww I love this post – its so true though, you can get totally overwhelmed and confused and scared by the thought of flirting, or not flirting correctly or even by flirting too much.
I think the one thing i've learn from my getting with my guy that when you're with that special, one person, flirting becomes the most naturalised element you could ever do. You never think about it, it just appears because of the happiness and the pleasure of being together.
Maybe that is too abstract and intangible to understand. It just feels like you stop trying and just let it happen.