Some random chat I found on some random site which I found to be pretty randomly funny.

death09 : "my girlfriend broke up with me and sent me pix of her and her new boyfriend in bed."

ktp753 : "ouch."

death09 : "yeah.i sent them to her dad."

It was tagged, Mess With The Bull And You'll Get Horns.

What is flirting? Who determines when a person is flirting? What does it mean to flirt?

Is it when one makes suggestive actions at another? Perhaps it is talking about topics and doing things in front of the other party that one normally wouldn't do otherwise.

I'd just attended a friend's BBQ birthday party last night. As with many BBQs, steamboats and the like, I woke up this morning at 7am to stomach pains. Surprise surprise.

I kind of like waking up at such unearthly hours on days when I don't have lessons to attend, actually. It gives you time to just laze around and rest; and think. Images of last night's party immediately flashed into my head as soon as I laid back on the bed (after the toilet business).

Among them, the words I'd spoken the previous took a large chunk of my now-thinking mind. I was louder that night, definitely. I spoke a lot more than I normally do. I'd been keeping a smile on my face longer than it takes me to finish a semastral project (which is a REALLY long time, mind you, since I'm so lazy and all). I basically made one hell of a lot of noise and, somewhat unknowingly, I was speaking accented english. (Well, I normally do speak slightly accented english relative to the region I'm in that is Singapore, but somehow, I'd placed greater emphasis on it yesterday.)

The reason? I wasn't sure then. Though now it's fairly certain it was all for her. Ain't it pathetic? "Speak loudly and differently from the rest! You're sure to be noticed that way!" said the little guy in my head.

And it DID work. She made the first move.

"Hey, do you know how to tell when the satay's are cooked?"

"Erm, maybe you could poke 'em and check for blood?"

"But satay doesn't really bleed..."

"Oh yea... You really shouldn't rely on me, many've had stomach upsets after experiencing my culinary skills. Sorry about that."

"Hah, alright then."

"So, you're [the birthday boy's] JC friends?" she continues.

"Nope, we knew each other from secondary school. Maybe primary, even."

[Idle banter continues. Among this, we exchange names, ALSO with her taking the initiative.]

Eventually, we break off and get back to our cliques.

About some 20-30 mins later, we continue more of the idle banter, but among them is one fairly significant moment.

"Sean, what's the time now?"

*Checks watch and shows her the time face*

"Somewhere around 10. Why? Do you have a curfew?"

"Nah. I have to study for a test on Monday, though."

I kinda found that... forced, somewhat. After all, there IS the conveniently available cellphone as a form of time measurement. I wasn't complaining though.

I'd taken all these as IOIs (Indicators Of Interest). When the night came to a close, I decided to make the first move this time.

"So I was just thinking... Maybe we should have a drink sometime."

Prepare yourself for what would probably be the weirdest response ever.

"What, like, in a group?"

Seriously, in my mind flashed ASCII art WTFBombs all over the place with me taking cover behind some sandbags.

WTF, YOU THINK? I thought. But it came out more like,

"Well sure, anything you wanna do =)"

"Ok then, you can get [the birthday boy] to organise an outing sometime."

"Yea sure, see ya around then. Have fun."

The birthday boy's in fuckin NS. A hell lot of free time he's gonna have, eh? Give me your number, damnit. Omg. You're walking away, I don't believe you. Omg.

So ends it. Freakin' screwed up. A girl who just enjoys flirting for the sake of it? Such is the thought I have.