In grade three, a friend (and fellow bridesmaid in wedding #8) instructed me on the art of flirting while sitting on my front stairs eating Dickey-D ice cream. She wisely told me that in order to get boys to like me I must laugh at all their jokes. Done. Not that I utilized this information for another 8 years or so (late bloomer and proud of it) at which point I brought out her expertise from the recesses of my brain and went to town.
Obviously it was a skill that needed some honing. I mean, you can't just simply laugh at things boys say. It's in your body language, your witty repartee, the way you flash your smile and touch their arms. Needless to say, it took me quite a while to get it just right. But by the time I perfected the art I was in a relationship with the Engineer.
I wouldn't call flirting cheating, not at all. But for some reason, when I started dating the Engineer I lost all my flirting ambition. I am very very loyal that way. I don't think I even flirt with him.
When I told him what the producer had said, he was very supportive. He even told me that I was a really good flirter back in the day when he would hold my lip gloss and camera at the bar while I cruised the room for my next victim. Once when we first got together and found ourselves on a booze cruise without any money, I used my flirting skills to get us free drinks all night. In fact, I believe that was the last time I ever flirted. Wow, that was a really long time ago.
Once again, I must go into the far reaches of my mind and retrain my brain to flirt flirt flirt.
So far, not so good. I had to go into the editing suite for our trailer and work with two guys. What better place to start than with them right? Wrong. You know how when you laugh at a two-year old they do the same thing over and over again hoping to make you laugh but it only annoys you? Well that is what I was like.
One of the guys had a black eye from a altercation on the weekend. By the end of the session, I had teased him so much about it that I could see in his eyes it was time for me to stop. But I just couldn't! I kept going! I left the session by wagging my fingers at him and telling him to stay out of trouble. YIKES. Amateur for sure.
Then I tried flirting with the guy making my non-fat half-sweet tea latte at the coffee shop. What ended up happening was me tripping over my words so that it sounded like I was the tragic victim of a stroke/lobotomy. Terrible. I think he felt pity towards me. PITY!!!
GAH! What to do? I have a show and need to be charming and a flirting fiend. So far I am a flirting fraud.
All is not lost, I did talk and smile myself out of a speeding ticket the other day. So I must have the good stuff somewhere right? I don't know. I feel that I have reverted to that awkward 16 year old with the bad haircut, trying to flirt with Paul Marion in the library but ending up blushing horribly and putting my jacket on upside down. Yes. That actually happened. I put my jacket on upside down. He didn't even help me, he just stared at me with a look of bemusement and shock at my lack of 'cuteness'. Or maybe it was cute? No. It was just embarrassing.
Flirting is hard work and takes lots of energy. It's way easier and less thinking to be in a relationship.