Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Saturday, 29 June 2013
I have recently been accused of 'flirting' with my readership via the comments box of this blog, but I cannot mention names (John Gray of Trelawnyd, Wales).
Once I had stopped smarting from the stinging criticism (which had a strong hint of ageism about it), I suddenly remembered that I have always enjoyed flirting, even when I was young, and even when the flirtee was much older than I was then.
The great thing about flirting is that although it always acknowledges the difference between the sexes, it is completely innocent and non-carnal, and knows no age-barriers.
Very small girls instinctively flirt with very old men, and many young men make the day of quite elderly women by flirting with them.
Even if flirting is used as a means of getting one person to agree to some small favour or request from the other, the 'other' is always aware of the subterfuge, and will be more likely to be willingly charmed into submission. It is a bit like a deal, but not a big one.
Mo Mowlam - when she was a minister for Northern Ireland and talks with opposing parties became possible - was accused of flirting with certain members of the IRA, and there was a taped telephone conversation which was brought into the public arena, in which she refers to one as "Babe". This cost her her job, but I think she should have been commended for her guile when dealing with dangerous mobsters.
The great thing about flirting is that it is mutually disarming, and beginning a conversation or relationship - no matter how short-lived or shallow - with some minor act of flirtation is effectively saying, "This is where we start from, and no matter where we go, we mean no harm to each other."
I must do more flirting in the future. It is my favourite form of (almost) non-verbal communication.