Today, my very good friend Sean and I were on the way to the office when I erupted into one of my cranky sleep-deprived rants that used to amuse my mother on the way to school everyday. Instead of rambling about politics, religion, or philosophy.. I chose to rant about Flirting.

You may ask, why should I listen to belovedseraph on flirting? What does she know? Honey, I invented flirting. Take it from a perennial tease, use the wisdom I'm about to impart.

Flirting is a game. Flirting is not an assurance that a person would date you. Flirting is like asking someone to be your tennis partner. You don't go home and fuck after the set. Unless you're lucky. But how likely is that?

Flirting does not inform you accurately about a potential partner's compatibility. Flirting doesn't bare a person's soul. If it does, they're not playing the game right.

People think that winning in the Game is getting the person's number/hooking up/going on a date. That's not winning. In fact, I'd consider waking up next to the person you had a good game of Flirt with to be losing. Relationships aren't built by flirting because the point of flirting is to offer more and more without committing to the delivery. It's why women love flirting and most men find it frustrating. Women use flirting like men use sex.

The point of flirting is to flirt. It's an exercise of wit and courage, modesty and confidence, shock and awe. It's a game. It's an invitation where the sender expects no RSVP. They don't even want an RSVP.

The point is to balance offering enough and being entertaining enough to keep your opponent intrigued without delivering more than you're willing to give.

Anyone for tennis? Because seriously, I'll win. Unless it's Sean. *grumbles about sneakiness*