The banter was smart and witty and sexy. It was like both characters were fucking with each other’s minds. If they were doing the deed it would have been a really good foreplay.
I had a sudden realization, while watching the two flirt, that ever since the break-up I have not done flirting of any kind.
I miss flirting. I miss locking with someone else’s eyes while playing around with words. I miss the throwback lines aimed at me leaving me grasping for words to shoot back which would make me sound cool but not look like a moron, a jackass, and a chauvinist pig.
I remember a friend telling me, which I believe I may have mentioned in a previous entry, that I am an incorrigible flirt.
Now, I think I may have lost my mojo.
Where could it have gone?