My long-in-the-tooth teeth must have been showing this week when I picked on the she-protests-too-much protests of modern dressers who seemingly oppose love's - or lust's - guessing games.
|Will she, won't she? ... Back in the far-off past, an invitation out for a drink often seemed sufficient. Photo by Kal Visuals on Unsplash|
Comparing yesteryear with today, that meant a great deal of guessing.
Now little curiosity of that sort is required for it seems to be fashionable to show everything, and I do mean everything, albeit beyond a light coating of slim fabric.
And it’s this that has me staring at the radio each time I hear of modern misses protesting that - shock horror - some passing gallant, albeit a highly influential fellow, has dared to assume she is available.
It seems odd, too, in this modern social journalism that the accounts often sound as if the assumption was downright outrageous and anti-female even though the guilty party was someone in a powerful position who could change the innocent's life for the better, and very much so.
There seems an almost palpable shock that the powerful, influential fellow would dream of taking advantage.
A star-struck gal
The perfect example of this is some movie mogul prepared to help a star-struck gal become a sort of modern Marilyn Munroe.
And, really, what wouldn’t a human of whatever gender give to be a world star, and to have more than enough money, to be idolised?
Perhaps the ladies who objected to the bedroom antics that might have accompanied the attempt for stardom belong to those who didn’t succeed.
I hasten to confirm that this is a personal opinion, and please don't imagine for a moment that if some beautiful publisher-ette offered me a reading audience the size of Danielle Steele's, or Shakespeare's, me in very tight jeans perhaps (or perhaps not) that I would give up some, er, strong moral sense to make the dream come true.
The low-down on flirting
I'm supposed to be letting readers here into the low-down on flirting from way back in my youth. I don’t drink now – I’m in the nineteenth year of a sort of Mayor of Casterbridge mode presently – but back then, an invitation to a pub was about all that was required.
|Seemingly and surprisingly, although the costumery might well be beyond basic, a certain coyness is part of the modern approach.|
That was important because back then we didn’t get a sneak preview of a gal’s charms. Of course, back then, no-one else got the sneak preview either.
That’s opposed to today’s bright young thing, or more mature variations. You, the aspiring, er, host can see what awaits - and so can everyone else in the bar, restaurant, Costa.
And although the article certainly doesn’t say it, modern-day flirting approaches outlined here are pretty tame compared to the little pecks, gentle hugs, and what would almost definitely follow back in yesteryear.
Before seeing that article, I would have expected that a ‘let's go’ assumption would be just about enough these days. Seemingly and surprisingly, although the costumery might well be beyond basic, a certain coyness is part of the modern approach. It does leave me wondering what formalities surfaced when Adam met Eve.
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