So - I am a flirt. I am a self-professed, unabashed, equal opportunity flirt. I flirt with men, women, young, old... no matter. I recently had to make an amends to someone because I was ascared that I had offended them with my flirting. Turns out, they didn't realize I was flirting. (which makes me ascared that I don't flirt very well)
I have been a flirt all my life. Even the shy wallflower me from high school was a closet flirt.
I come by it naturally. My mother was a HUGE flirt. When she was dying of cancer, we had to have her transported from her assisted living apartment to the Hospice center at a local hospital. She knew where she was going, and was in total acceptance of what was happening.
As luck would have it, the ambulance service that handled the transport sent over 2 strapping, handsome young men.
And as they transferred her to the gurney, she looked at them with her big blue eyes and I saw that familiar spark. With a huge smile she turned on the charm and flirted all the way to the Hospice center.
That was my mother. She left huge shoes to fill, but I'm trying my best.