There’s playful, and then there’s creepy. If your “flirting” makes me want to leave the room, you’re not charming, you’re cringe with Wi-Fi. Oversharing, pushing innuendos, ignoring when I don’t respond because none of that’s hot. It’s exhausting.
Boundaries make the game fun. Respect makes the game last. If you bulldoze past both, it’s not flirting, it’s harassment wrapped in a smile. And nothing dries attraction faster than someone who thinks persistence is the same as chemistry.
Final Word: Flirt smarter, not harder.
Disclaimer: If you’re worried this is about you… it probably is.
 
				 
												
					 
											 
																	 
																	