I often wonder why I can never flirt with a stranger - in the supermarket, across the room at a party, at a wedding or at a funeral - anywhere.
Men look at me with some interest I think. I can see them periperally. But like a snobbish person I refuse to look in their direction. I have been told I am attractive, even beautiful; that the color of my eyes is mesmerizing; and my smile is unforgettable.
Am I too shy or maybe afraid? I know women who flirt with every man they are around, even the married ones. But they are only playing a game, just to see how many men will fall into their traps. Total insincererity.
Is it the insincerity that I cannot fake? Do I not want to join in the game? Truth is of utmost importance to me. Truthfulness from me and expected truthfulness from others. Does my obsession about truth hold me back from having casual fun, like most other people enjoy? Is it because I have been betrayed by those I trusted the most?
I just wonder.