Flirting… Okay.
Flirting come in a multitude of forms and intensities.
On the streets on Manhattan I could see something I like, or more specifically I see someone that has distinguished themselves with obvious confidence: Their poise, their daring yet successful outfit, their aesthetically pleasing gait. The possibilities are nearly endless.
Flirting could be as simple as an appreciative and knowing smile as I pass, with no concern that I might ever see that individual again.
If one demonstrates subtle self confidence then it opens doors to flirting that to the outside observer might look like nothing more than casual conversation. If I state that there is something about another that I find appealing almost as a simple matter of fact often the doors of appreciation inside them open.
My longtime ex would “complain” that I was flirting with another in a club or bar. The “problem” was that she watched me sometimes pretend that I wasn’t aware of the girl’s obvious interest. Instantly, from the perspective on an outsider, flirting was taking place by both parties, me being one of them.
She loved watching me operate and experienced pleasure being reminded that her me was wanted by others. If this person made the right, tasteful and unassuming moves they became a candidate for heavier flirting, making out as Mama looked on and in rare cases an invitation to come home with us would be offered.
Fast forward a handful of years I’m now married to another woman. We speak very frankly about all aspects of our relationship, interaction with others IRL as well as online.
Since I am long experienced I know just how far I can take my flirting whether my wife is present or not.
She also enjoys seeing, or hearing about, how others reacted to my attention. The only difference now being that for the time being, flirting is just that, and nothing more.
My marriage has some aspects of my profoundly exiting and gratifying former long term relationship. This is possible because of a policy of complete honesty and the fact that we are emotionally mature grownups.
I’m married but the flirting doesn’t have to end because I know precisely how far is acceptable to go.
I’m a heterosexual male.