I've discovered the only difference between flirting and sexual harassment is how good looking you are...
Think about it.
If someone you find attractive looks at you in a certain way or is rather suggestive with a phallic piece of fruit, it's flirting. But if the same look is given by someone outside of your accepted levels of 'good looking' it's creepy, and before long sexual harassment charges are being filed against me. YOU...
Shut up!
I'm not a person who needs a lot of eyes on them to be seen, but I always try to look my best and occasionally, OK rarely, fine ONCE I was rewarded with an approving glance from a handsome young man and it made me feel great! But if the same gaze was given by an older, slightly abhorrent individual it would fill me with an unnerving sense of apprehension. It's the same flattery, so why does my head scream 'SEX PEST, SEX PEST', SEX PEST' so sharply it takes all my strength not to shout it out loud with a pointed finger?
And how far can flirting between friends go before 'banter' starts to make you feel uncomfortable? Do you allow your better looking mates to push the boundaries further than, let's say, a more facially challenged one? I guess that would make us incredibly shallow now, wouldn't it?
Wrapping feelings, thoughts or beliefs in humour has always been a fantastic way to deliver a genuine argument without ever seeming preachy - it's also a wonderful way to write off genuine anger or hatred as sarcasm
This refuge heap of pointless waffle got started from having a day of blandishment with a work colleague; but did I flirt because he's attractive, or did I use humour to cover the fact I think he's a prick?
The way we use humour to disguise how we truly feel is something which fascinates me and I shall continue to mine my brain for answers, but for now my torpidity has overpowered me.
G'night all...
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