h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Original Subject Line: YES!!!! Shamelessly flirting with younger men!!!!

And I'm not talking younger by months, but no!!!!... YEARS!!! BWAHAHAHAHAAA!!!

"What, Draggers, happened with the last relationship!??"

Let's simply say, "Thank you, drive through." I needed to (and did) depart that scenario in the middle of January. That's all we're going to release to the press at this time, or possibly ever. Cheers.

Roight.

Shameless flirting. Oooo... more like shameless hitting on!!! Which has produced, really, not much (I secretly think I'm very grateful.... am I, really, ready for more hardcore romance!??).

But it's been devilishly delightful, being the predator of all I survey (don't recollect being that in the past, or at least much...). I am beginning to suspect that strong, sensually agressive women scare some men, particularly those 22 years and younger.

That's the age group I've somehow, apparently, stumbled onto narrowing my sights on. Not exactly an issue when you are yourself just newly 25...

But let's start in chronological order by age, shall we!??

Let's start..... SIX years younger.

Not bad when, oh, the ages are 24 and 30 (hey, cheeky baby, I've learned, really, that maybe most of us-- male and female-- are clueless as to what we want/need until we're 24 or 25... and maybe we learn that never). Not too terrible if the ages are even 22 and 28.... BUT....

Hee hee hee.... when he's just a 19 year old...



And his birthday was only in late December...

But oh come on!!! He's SOOOOOO terribly yummy!!!

And he's Air Force bound and he's lived in Yorkshire. So I can discuss all that with him (my friend at w*rk, where this flirting takes place, told me how cute I am in flirting-mode.... no one ever cross-examined that for me. It's a good feeling, really).

But, bless him. No. Six years difference!??... and being Air Force bound, when I'm grad school bound!??.... ugliness in 2005, perhaps loveliness in 2011.

So that's the blonde. Or Capricorn1.

Then we have one of three Virgos. I BELIEVE the youngest one is another co-worker.

He's interesting. He fights back. I could've grabbed him last night, EAAAASSSSSILY... cause he was literally and physically pushing me to act on all my verbal come-ons (which were just too irresistable to serve; he blushes and squirms. It's fine entertainment. I blame another female co-worker for starting it. ).

Then, ::sigh:: .... he'll tell me "maybe I'm just messing with you."

Quite.

So we don't have to deal with all that hot air, now, do we!??

The middle-in-age Virgo is just now... well... I'll not say. It'll just be apparent in my report on the situation.

Him I don't shamelessly flirt with. I know him from school, from the place I used to w*rk when I was on the newspaper staff (though he w*rks on the television broadcast).

(Hey.... I think the lack of shameless flirting is in part due to the fact that he has, on more than one ocassion, properly asked me out...)

IF the dearlove were himself less reserved and more communicative (I'm talking outside of us being physically together), then I believe there's a fine chance that Blondie and Virgo1 wouldn't be getting the special attention they have been.

::ahem::

But, I think Virgo2, having observed me for a couple years or so, and having talked to me, hearing me out for the last few months in particular, is purposely letting me determine where the relationship may go.

Three cheers for that!??... Yes... I reckon so.

::sneeze::

There is far more shameless flirting. One flirtee would've been absolutely PERFECT for the Dragonfly of four-five years ago, the girl who still adored the heck out of hippies. Oh, I still appreciate them....

Ummmm..... There's also one flirtee who's LONG been a friend of mine, but at the end of the day, we have to bear in mind that, well, he lives in an entirely different world from me. And I've come to grips with in fact WANTING KIDS ::shock, shock, horror horror!!!!:: some eventual, sorta distant day. And he doesn't. So Capricorn2 and I have tonnes of limiting factors (still, the value of an old friend who shares mutual admiration isn't all that easy to dismiss).

THEN!!! *I* was a temporary flirtee (this time, I'm the younger prey). I don't think it's going to go one inch past what he did the other day. I visited the old office where I w*rked, and I doled out my usual hugs to friends. Virgo3, 9 times out of 10, has historically been hugged by me from the side, while he sits at his computer and w*rks.

"You give the best half-hugs," I said last time.

Intention!?? Heck. I was just being honest.... me.

He got a bit fussy about that comment, and decided to show off his hugging skills, so in short order he was on his feet, giving me a terribly fantastic hug... and then a fat, long kiss on the cheek.

I was out of sorts for a bit after that. He also threatened that it'd be a kiss on the lips next time.

::sigh:: I went through a bit of self-flagellation. Then I decided I had, really, nothing to lose, that Virgo2, for all the potential he offers, isn't my boyfriend; that I'm single, and would be failing myself if I didn't do SOMETHING about Virgo3, etc...

So yes. I called Virgo3 the next morning, told him when I'd be done with my class the next day, and that I'd like to spend more time with him.



Oh that went lovely.

First off, I heard a girl's laughter when he picked up.

Then he was quick to say he needed to pack for his move.

Yeah, he's moving. To New York. In April. He doesn't know when.

So we can conclude, my dears, that Virgo3's really not going to happen. Or, if he does, well, it's best to not type a bloody word..... on hootoo, anyrot!!!!

Finally, Draggers is enjoying this era, short-lived though it may in the end become. She's been notorious for being faithful and insistant on a rosey outlook on EVERY STINKIN' RELATIONSHIP she's entered, even before entering it.

It's nice not having that issue so much anymore. It's nice not feeling guilty for flirting (or for letting go of people; a different discourse altogether!!!). It's nice seeing that many an effort at flirtation often doesn't get terribly far, and that I am wholeheartedly accepting the good in that. It's nice grinning like a Cheshire cat and randomly giggling over Virgo3 one day, then Blondie and Virgo1 another day, then Virgo2 in random moments.

I know that this assembly of flirtees (not sure if Virgo2 gets included or not) need, need, NEED to be allowed to act up, to explore, to backpack Europe (which the hippie-dear, or Gemini1, is in love with the idea of doing-- more power to him. I'm all for that. Just... please... don't have me even remotely in love with you when you do take off!!!), to date/flirt/sleep around. I can't ask for better for them. Or for me.

What's nice, too... is realising myself. I don't NEED a boyfriend. Really.

But I do enjoy men.

There's a difference, you know!??



I'm enjoying the view from where I stand.

advice for free (even tho I am Dutch )

go girl!

have fun!

be a catch!

mould him!

;-D

...mould him!??.... fiddlesticks. That's the very last thing I want. Or possibly ever wanted!!!



Great to see you.

... Hopefully my advice serves some good. I think the U.S. is terrifically conservative, and the U.K., from my limited knowledge, is probably moreso (yes, based on tv show differences, I would label the U.K. tremendously relationship-ignorant).

I think we're raised to think in very straight lines. People can tell us to "shop around" all they like, but, for me at least, it's something that has to be discovered on one's own.

.... Are they treating you well, pheloxi!??.... are the neighbors still nasty!??

moulding him*

I mean make into something good to you!

* that should be righy expression!

my is 5n a half years younger than me

Some people get all the fun 'strong, sensually agressive women' Why would a man find that offputting?

....If you were 22 and had to work with a strong, sensually agressive woman, wouldn't you be a tad frightened!??

.... WOW, 'phina!!!.... five and a half years younger!??... so.... he's... 15!?? WHA....!??

How old is you, love!??

Shall I... uhhh... mask my concern here, or not!?!!??

Well what happened to the "loinclothed" God?

*trying to keep up but is terribly confusilated...*

im 28 next month so no hes not 15!

Ick! 15!?

Now "18"... thats perfectly do-able!

Of course - I'm 46, so just for safety's sake I'll bump it up to 24...



Hee-hee!

cradle snatchers!

Teehee I did it too
The Hubby is 7 years younger than myself.

I second Pheloxi "you go girl!"

Spring fever is coming, they will all be taking off their shirts soon*waits*

s

I'm 4 years older than Tom

We started going out when I was 21

Age is a state of mind, especially if it's a beautiful one.

OOOO... Amy, Amy, Amy!!!!

I agree with you, Pauly.

.... Michele, love, the loinclothed one was my last relationship, and I again state, "Thank you. Drive through." or thru.

I've been out with a woman 9 years older than me (18 vs 27).

"sensually agressive woman"- very

didn't last long though

what made you think i was 21 d?wish i was!

Hiya Dragonfly
go for it, if nothing else it will keep you fit!