Yes, you can flirt with a feminist and not get throttled.
Despite the conventional "wisdom" otherwise. Yesterday I was running to my Dad's car, as a truck was behind him on the road, waiting to get by. A dark-haired, tan young man in the front seat grinned, waved at me and said, "Hello!" like he knew me.
I stopped, leant forward, angled my glasses and peered at him, wondering if he was a friend of mine.
"You don't know me," he said, laughing.
"Oh, I thought you were a friend of mine," I laughed.
"I dunno, play your cards right..." And he grins.
It's that blustery, confident Australian sort of come-on line that wouldn't work if you were from somewhere else, and I just laughed and blushed and hopped into my car, and waved at him as I left. I doubt he was my type, probably a bit young for me, but I was absolutely delighted because I didn't think I got that sort of attention anymore!
And I wasn't wearing ANY make-up, a drab grey jumper and some old jeans. Hair tied back in a pony, geeky glasses on. And I got a come-on line!
I still got it, yo. And I didn't even feel objectified! He said hello to me, like a real fuckin' person!
And that is how you do it, fellas.
I stopped, leant forward, angled my glasses and peered at him, wondering if he was a friend of mine.
"You don't know me," he said, laughing.
"Oh, I thought you were a friend of mine," I laughed.
"I dunno, play your cards right..." And he grins.
It's that blustery, confident Australian sort of come-on line that wouldn't work if you were from somewhere else, and I just laughed and blushed and hopped into my car, and waved at him as I left. I doubt he was my type, probably a bit young for me, but I was absolutely delighted because I didn't think I got that sort of attention anymore!
And I wasn't wearing ANY make-up, a drab grey jumper and some old jeans. Hair tied back in a pony, geeky glasses on. And I got a come-on line!
I still got it, yo. And I didn't even feel objectified! He said hello to me, like a real fuckin' person!
And that is how you do it, fellas.