To Flirt, or Not To Flirt
To flirt or not to flirt: that is the question.
Whether 'tis more fulfilling to exchange
Playful banter between two attractive parties,
Or to protect against a potentially awkward situation
And by refraining save face? To flirt, to couple,
To love; and live forever in that sea of bliss
Which is only attained through the joining
Of two souls. To flirt, to be rejected; nay, to flirt,
To reconsider: ay, there's the rub;
For what if underneath the fancy language
The good man has certain unlivable habits;
And when the attempt to separate is made,
Becomes "Creepy McStalkerpants"?
For who could bear the incessant phone calls,
The disturbing text messages, the continuous drive-bys,
And the unwanted confessions of love
Which such desperate a man would make
As who could not get another date
With some poor girl? Who would risk this living hell
Just for the chance to engage in a brief relationship
With no guarantee of happiness?
Thus some go without a word, or wink, or smile;
And thus live without the risk of annoyance
But without the chance at heaven as well.—Soft you now!
My boyfriend calls. One success out of many mistakes I'll make.