“I kinda flirt with everything and everyone, no matter if it’s a tree or a coffee cup. I can’t resist.”

The whole player thing….  (which jr so kindly provided a definition of -below- from the Urban Dictionary and that I am so totally NOT) When I mentioned it last week (you know, when PC called me out on it), I failed to mention it was entirely directed towards my interactions with females. I am so totally NOT a player (oh good lord…SO totally not….lololol) when it comes to boys (to clarify…PC doesn’t count…he’s an honorary girl ~winkgrins~).  I mean…until this past year the very idea of me even liking one was ridiculous to me, and well anyone else who knows me well. I just wasn’t attracted to them.  Not that that stopped me from flirting, or being friendly with one (many).  I just wasn’t interested.  Still find that to be pretty true. It’s much easier for me to feel an attraction to a female.

But.  I am an equal opportunity flirter.  I don’t discriminate.  Girl…guy….cute….sexy….smoking hot…plain…not really my type…whatever. I WILL flirt with you.  I’m not even sure of my ‘type’….bc for me, it’s all about whether that *CLICK* is felt.  It surprises me sometimes in fact, when I feel it.  Who it comes from.  What caused it.  When I’m asked my type, I shrug. I used to rattle off something…like I really knew.  But it was pointed out to me (ahemPCahem), that no….that has nothing to do with anything really.  I like to make people feel good about themselves.  Make them smile.  Put a lift in their step.  I have a knack for it.  I like that I have that ability to do that for someone.  BUT please don’t get me wrong….  I have my sights set.  My crushes, interests, while they may seem to include everyone...don’t.

Just because I flirt with someone, doesn’t mean I want to hook up with them.  I am very flirtatious.  It’s just who I am.  PC and I work well, because he understands this about me.  Not that he isn’t insanely flirtatious himself….  But he doesn’t feel threatened.  Nor do I with him.  Hell when guys have offered to buy me a drink when we are out, he is all for it.  Saves him money!  *smirk*

A past girlfriend was upset with me at one point, regarding my flirting- she wanted to feel *special*.  But I mean, everyone wants to feel special to someone, right?!  When I pay so much attention to… ‘everyone’….the person I’m into has a difficult time ‘knowing’ they are the one I’m lusting after, completely into.  Well, gah, I guess that makes sense.

I guess I suck at that part.  Because in my mind…I KNOW who I’m into.  But I guess sometimes I get so consumed in my flirting that I fail to really devote my attention to the person(s) I am entirely interested in.  PC has even complained about this occasionally. (I TOLD you…I suck sometimes)

(((PC)))

I like to be liked.  To feel special.  And adored.  And fawned over.  Why wouldn’t they?

Player?  Not so much.  Equal opportunity flirter?  Completely.

~ xo

Vixen

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