When I was 11, Beth Hicks passed me a note asking me to teach her how to flirt with boys. Why she picked me, I have no clue: Every guy in our class was way more transfixed by whatever Christy Quigley had goin' on. But, like every challenge thrown my way, I was determined to figure out the answers Beth needed. For the rest of the day, I watched Christy and a couple other super popular sixth-graders in action and dutifully took notes. Then I wrote Beth back with these profound insights ...
* Boys like it when you act like you don't like them. When a boy starts talking to you, act like it's no big deal or that you think it's weird.
* Bogs like it when you follow them around. If you are in the library, go sit at his table. Same with lunch. If you can, get on his team in gym.
* Boys like it when you touch them. Especially if you punch them a little, like in the shoulder.
On the one hand, my advice could have turned Beth into a borderline passive-aggressive stalker. On the other hand, I must admit my tips were pretty dead on. Playing a little coy, putting yourself on his radar and touching his arm when you want to make a point or he says something funny? Check, check and check (just don't body check him into a locker bank ... I was a little off on the whole punching thing).
For Beth, things ended well. Tim Jewett put a big chocolate bunny on her desk right before spring break that year. As for me? Suffice it to say, I'm still working on perfecting my flirting technique.
Given my luck, I'm more likely to meet a guy fight as I am eating a spinach salad for lunch (true story). Or on a plane when I have dog breath because flying freaks me out (true story). Or on a ski slope when my nose won't stop dripping and I have to use my mitten to wipe snot (yeah, you guessed it, true story).
What I've learned since sixth grade is this: Flirting is fun, but it's not the thing that will get you the guy. By the time he's smiled or said something, the deal is pretty much already half done.
But hey, you gotta improve those odds whenever ya can. So the next time you feel Cupid just might be pulling back his arrow on your behalf, order the soup. And carry mints. And Kleenex. Just sayin'.
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|Title Annotation:||how to flirt with boys|
|Date:||Mar 24, 2013|
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