And since I resist flirtation just about as succesfully as I resist jewellery, we bantered. It's that old familiar thrill of playfulness, and words and smiles exchanged, circling like dancers. I love everything about flirtation. The grins, the wordplays, the endless possibilities of connection. The thrill of saying something funny and seeing his blue eyes light up. The Beggings Of Things.
On the other hand, endings are less of a buzz. Walking away, saying politely "No thank you" to offers of a drink, in my head the whole time the mantra: "You are happily Relationshiped. You are happily Relationshiped".
I am still working on convincing Z that these displays of restraint should be rewarded with regular doses of flowers.