Stamped: March 7th, 2006 | Toggle Similar
Tagged: dates of yore, dating hijinks, flirting, just plain stupid.

What happened to the good ole days of flirting? The days when flirting was a real artform or the stuff that made legend of some men. It seems that nowadays it's all about who can be the bigger a-hole, the man or the woman. Or who can be the one that never makes their interest in the other obvious.

"No, he didn't say hello but I could tell he liked me."
"How?"
"He NEVER even looked in my direction."
"Oh, he SO likes you."

It's quite sad actually. I would love to bat my eyelashes and do the signature 80's move "the hair flip". Or what about the "oops, I dropped a quarter, I guess I should bend over and pick it up (without bending at the knees wearing this super short skirt)." And we shouldn't forget the "Oh my! The popcorn fell in my cleavage, lemme dig it out while you watch." But apparently that's when I lose all power and he loses all interest. Hrumph.

So just for humor's sake let's take a look back on the flirting techniques of times past that gave men an opportunity to sneak a peek or cop a feel.

An old time favorite is the old fork drop at dinner. A girl always knew what he was doing when he goes under the table completely to pick it up. She might even take the opportunity to switch crossed legs.

In New York they had a thing called the 23 Skidoo. At the corner of 23rd and Broadway/5th Ave is the Flatiron Building in the shape of an iron or a slice of pie. When this building was built it created such a strong wind tunnel that anytime the ladies would turn the corner the wind would take them by surprise and cause their skirt to fly. On any given day there would be a line of men waiting around to catch a glimpse. That was until the local fuzz starting catching on and clearing the skidoo boys out. But don't tell me the ladies didn't know and would get their own cheap thrill turning the corner.

Then there's the ubiquitous yawn, stretch and reach and surprise surprise his arm is around her, amazing! Known coast to coast in dark movie theaters everywhere.

Or what about the ladies' hankie drop. The sauve and debonaire male partner would retreive said hankie and return it to its rightful owner thus affording him the opportunity to get close enough to brush his hand to hers and perhaps ask a question of an intimate nature.

But sadly those days are gone. Now we each are left to guessing what the other might or might not be thinking. In the end we give up and throw away our money at pissholes like EHarmony just to find what is right under our noses. Sad sad sad. Here's to flirting and being all around silly and cute and sexy and powerless….that's hot.

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