Flirting is a language but it doesn’t require comprehension as much as it requires imagination on the part of the recipient. Cosmic Minx sat across from at a dinner party and kept doing this flip with her collar. She did it with a smirk and a half wink, giving me a good peek of her beautiful skin and big wide view of her playful side.
I thought she was just playing around. It wasn’t till my friends asked me in amazement if me and Cosmic Minx were dating that it occurred to me that she was flirting. It wasn’t till each one them said how they had never seen her act this way that it slowly penetrated my brain that this friend of mine was coming on to me.
Looking back on it, it seems so obvious what she was doing. Heck, every time she did it, I burned it into my memory and knew that I would have to get her to do it again some time when I had my camera. Which is what you are seeing above. Even though it was sending a jolt to my libido with every collar flip, my brain wouldn’t accept the obvious data because that would require my brain to see myself as a desirable person worth flirting with. I didn’t. It wasn’t out of modesty or sexual naivety, it was out of poor self-esteem. I just couldn’t imagine this sexy smart woman was interested in me.
I know better now.