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  <title>Don&apos;t you know you can&apos;t mute a seraph?</title>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 05 Apr 2006 22:36:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Don&apos;t mess with grumpy Whitney...</title>
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  <description>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may ask, why should I listen to &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_belovedseraph&apos; lj:user=&apos;belovedseraph&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://belovedseraph.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://belovedseraph.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;belovedseraph&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on flirting? What does she know? Honey, I &lt;i&gt;invented&lt;/i&gt; flirting. Take it from a perennial tease, use the wisdom I&apos;m about to impart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&apos;t go home and fuck after the set. Unless you&apos;re lucky. But how likely is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flirting does not inform you accurately about a potential partner&apos;s compatibility. Flirting doesn&apos;t bare a person&apos;s soul. If it does, they&apos;re not playing the game right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think that winning in the Game is getting the person&apos;s number/hooking up/going on a date. That&apos;s not winning. In fact, I&apos;d consider waking up next to the person you had a good game of Flirt with to be losing. Relationships aren&apos;t built by flirting because the point of flirting is to offer more and more without committing to the delivery. It&apos;s why women love flirting and most men find it frustrating. Women use flirting like men use sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of flirting is to flirt. It&apos;s an exercise of wit and courage, modesty and confidence, shock and awe. It&apos;s a game. It&apos;s an invitation where the sender expects no RSVP. They don&apos;t even want an RSVP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is to balance offering enough and being entertaining enough to keep your opponent intrigued without delivering more than you&apos;re willing to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone for tennis? Because seriously, I&apos;ll win. Unless it&apos;s Sean. *grumbles about sneakiness*</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 04 Oct 2005 01:35:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I enjoy being oblique...</title>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 20 Sep 2005 15:44:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I never made a public entry, so here it is...</title>
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