This afternoon, a man, a handsome man, a younger handsome man, subtly flirted with me. In a corner of a charming San Miguel de Allende café, my gray hair and I were writing on my computer. There were only seven pequeña tables, five of which were standing empty. I watched him saunter in, check the place out and order his coffee. I was already wishing I could highlight all of his clothes and press delete.
Approaching the table beside me, with his hand gesturing and an alluring smile, he laid that sexy Mexican accent on me. “May I sit here?” (His use of the word ‘may’ was not only correct grammar but somehow much more alluring than ‘can’).
Making eye contact, an absolute necessity in flirting, and giving my response the pause that is also effective, I sweetly answered, “You may.” I marveled at the verve that the brief exchange had generated, energy somewhat foreign to us Canadians as of late. Sharing classy manners while sipping our delicious cappuccinos and stealing quick side glances, I wondered if a naughty little fantasy was sweeping his imagination as it was mine. When he rose to leave, he again bent towards me slightly and wished me a lovely afternoon. Slightly tilting my head, another subtle trick from the ol' flirting bag, I smiled. “Lo mesmo.”
I walked out of there feeling like Eva Mendes.
It seems to me that flirting has become an endangered art form. It's an occurrence so rare, most of us have forgotten how to even do it and we have also forgotten the warm fuzzies that come with it. So, get out there and have a flirt or two as spring brightens up your spirits. But remember, flirtation is not without challenges – keep it vague and subtle as uncertainty adds an element of anticipation that makes the act seem more like a game, prolonging the excitement and extending the mystery of the encounter.
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