A Product Of My Age


Those who know me well, or are at least remotely observant, will be aware at my appreciation of mild flirtation on the part of others as well as the fact that I enjoy witty flirtation myself. A lot of that flirtation tends to focus, as might be expected, on classy historical references that combine elegant language and chivalrous conduct [1] along with that spark of teasing and flirtation. Of course, being a person who is somewhat flirtatious myself [2], I often find that life gets complicated when I meet other people who have the same sort of shy but witty flirtatiousness that I do. Of course, that is the sort of complication that makes life interesting and adds a bit of fun into trying to determine the meaning of interactions and the progress of relationships. While some people may criticize others for being teasing and flirtatious, I figure it would be hypocritical of me to be overly harsh, given my own awareness of my own vulnerability to feminine charm.

What is it that gives historical flirtation an air of classiness that contemporary efforts at romance lacks? For one, our contemporary culture largely provides only a few options when it comes to flirtation. The most common option, it would seem, is crudity that confuses explicitness with flirtation, as we live in a rather crude age. Even those of us who are not particularly crude by nature are certainly influenced by the world around us. In some aspects, we are all products of our age, whatever age we choose to fill the space of our lives. A second option, for those who do not like crudity, is the sort of flirtation that is encouraged in our commercial culture involves the showering of material possessions, the giving of of flowers or jewelry of other objects. Of course, there are as many ways to flirt as there are ways of communicating, and each of us has our own preferred style of flirting and means of getting a flirtatious message across, whether it is buying a drink to a girl at a bar, or having a witty conversation full of double meanings about Jane Austen and its relevance to our personal lives.

As it happens, those who have some interest in history often use the language of the past to preserve an air of class about their flirtation. While it may seem somewhat pretentious to some to use formal or archaic language to engage in flirtation, there are times in our lives (and this is certainly true with mine) where some sort of elegant and indirect language is necessary to communicate what simply cannot be spoken directly. By nature I tend to adopt a few characteristic ways of communicating with others. Most of the time I am bluntspoken and open person, whose obvious meanings are so painfully obvious that few people bother to look beneath the surface at the other layers that exist. At other times, however, I am a very indirect person, whose obviousness about being indirect (because I suppose I cannot help being obvious in some fashion) prompts people to dig up the meanings beneath the surface of what I write or say. In that sense, being cultured and flirtatious does not deceive anyone about my nature or my interests in particular ladies, at least it hopefully manages to provide that information in a way that avoids causing offense at least sometimes and in some ways.

[1] http://www.artofmanliness.com/2014/02/13/may-i-see-you-home-19th-century-calling-cards-guaranteed-to-score-you-a-date/

[2] See, for example:





About nathanalbright

I'm a person with diverse interests who loves to read. If you want to know something about me, just ask.
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