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"At our Friday night whine and wine this eve, the gals and I got on the subject of flirting. Is it okay or is it not? The overall consensus was that we might be married, but we&amp;#039;re not dead. &amp;quot;Harmless flirtations bring out something I didn&amp;#039;t even know I had,&amp;quot; one friend said. She added, &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s not like I&amp;#039;m ever going to cheat on my spouse because of it.&amp;quot; I can&amp;#039;t lie: I fall into the flirting category a bit. I&amp;#039;m not one to throw myself at men, but I&amp;#039;ll talk up a dad at school. I&amp;#039;ll crack a funny pun with the cute bagger at Trader Joe&amp;#039;s who asks for my I.D.. (Believe me, he doesn&amp;#039;t need to ask for my I.D., so unless I&amp;#039;ve suddenly lost twp decades by some miraculous &amp;#039;Coffee guzzling anti-age miracle&amp;#039; I&amp;#039;m pretty sure he&amp;#039;s flirting, too.) If I&amp;#039;m sitting alone in a restaurant and some nice waiter enjoys our conversation, I&amp;#039;m not going to tell him, &amp;quot;Oh, no, you don&amp;#039;t need to bring me a free sundae. Just you staring at the two scoops on my chest was enough.&amp;quot; (Okay, I wouldn&amp;#039;t really profess that last sentence, but I&amp;#039;d be thinking it. And, apparently, telling the world wide web about it. Don&amp;#039;t be mad, Mom. I inherited the busty twins from your side. Not my fault.) On one hand, I can call my gift of gab and joking &amp;quot;harmless&amp;quot; nothings, but does doing only a little bit of coke make one less of a drug addict? Is screaming just a little at the kids each day better than non-stop bellowing from dusk &amp;#039;til dawn? I certainly don&amp;#039;t want to live life as nun. I&amp;#039;m not going to take some religious vow that says I can&amp;#039;t converse with man outside the presence of my husband. That&amp;#039;s about as ridiculous as saying that I&amp;#039;ll never drink a cup of coffee or enjoy a glass of wine. I write a sex blog, for God sake. I feel confident in the balance I&amp;#039;ve drawn between &amp;quot;being real&amp;quot; but maintaining some privacy... about my privates. But not everyone will agree with me. Some have said I&amp;#039;m a blabbing idiot with no shame. Others say I&amp;#039;m a prude. I&amp;#039;m sure, like my column, there&amp;#039;s a myriad of opinions behind the ethics of flirting, as well as its definition. Speaking of, what is the definition of flirting? According to the dictionary, it could mean 3 things: 1. To court triflingly or act amorously without serious intentions 2. To trifle or toy, as with an idea 3. To move with a jerk or jerks I put myself in the first category as I&amp;#039;m not serious about anything other than a little conversation. But do you think men might be thinking I want more of the third definion? &amp;quot;To move (something) with a jerk or jerks?&amp;quot; Thoughts on flirting? Do you do it? Is it wrong? Are there degrees of okay with it? "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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