Suburbia
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There once was a time when teasing was easy. Too easy. So easy I took it for granted, it was something I did unconciously, automatically.
Cute waitress. Flirty smile. Give the look. Allow the subtle pose to let them look, but only them.
Cute grocery bagger. Rinse and repeat.
Cute pizza delivery. Ditto.
Cute mechanic. Pull out all the stops!
Nobody was immune. There was a time in my life when I just *knew* that person was thinking about fucking me. And it was multiple times a day. Every day.
There comes a point in time when age catches up. When my life is consumed with cartoons and toys and sugary breakfast cereal spilled on your table. I don't think about flirting I am busy with life.
Then one day I see a cute young thing and I reach into my bag of flirt just for old times sake and come up empty. I didn't get the eye contact I wanted. I couldn't draw them into to a private pheromone conversation. I didn't get the sly smile and eye-contact that is the tell-tale signal for "I want to fuck you."
Flirting goes from sexy to creepy, seemingly overnight.
Of course it wasn't. It was years of child creation in the making. But time flies and here I am. An aging former tease spoiled from 20 years of not having to work at my craft, laking the skills to continue.
But I know this time will end. I see with a sly smile that I on the cusp of entering the second act of flirtation. Cougaring. There is a fine line between the hot cougar and the creepy cougar. If I can find that line and stay to the right of it...
... it may just be a fun twilight afterall.
Cute waitress. Flirty smile. Give the look. Allow the subtle pose to let them look, but only them.
Cute grocery bagger. Rinse and repeat.
Cute pizza delivery. Ditto.
Cute mechanic. Pull out all the stops!
Nobody was immune. There was a time in my life when I just *knew* that person was thinking about fucking me. And it was multiple times a day. Every day.
There comes a point in time when age catches up. When my life is consumed with cartoons and toys and sugary breakfast cereal spilled on your table. I don't think about flirting I am busy with life.
Then one day I see a cute young thing and I reach into my bag of flirt just for old times sake and come up empty. I didn't get the eye contact I wanted. I couldn't draw them into to a private pheromone conversation. I didn't get the sly smile and eye-contact that is the tell-tale signal for "I want to fuck you."
Flirting goes from sexy to creepy, seemingly overnight.
Of course it wasn't. It was years of child creation in the making. But time flies and here I am. An aging former tease spoiled from 20 years of not having to work at my craft, laking the skills to continue.
But I know this time will end. I see with a sly smile that I on the cusp of entering the second act of flirtation. Cougaring. There is a fine line between the hot cougar and the creepy cougar. If I can find that line and stay to the right of it...
... it may just be a fun twilight afterall.
