I want to file a complaint about flirting. No, not that someone flirted with me in an inappropriate way. I want to complain that no one is flirting anymore.
We have this totally skewed definition of flirting - that it somehow involves only a sexual or romantic interaction with a definitive physical outcome.
If you've ever worked near me, you know I highly encourage/value flirting. I'd argue any day that flirting is just as important as ambiance, polished glassware, and possibly even proper garnish (but that's a different blog about foreplay).
When I bring this up I inevitably get an upturned eyebrow from at least one rigid, rule-bound person.
And I say: "You can flirt with anyone."
I contend: "It doesn't have to be sexual."
I persist: "Last week I flirted with a baby at Target."
More eyebrows do eyebrow acrobatics.
"But what does this have to do with cocktails, Betty?" Not much as a whole, but, if you think of your favorite bartenders, you will notice they are always flirting; not just with guests, but with the other bartenders, the barback, the servers, and anyone they can get their eyes on. Skilled flirting is drop. dead. intelligent.
I am implore you, Universe; play coy already! Drop your shoulder into a conversation at the barstool next to you. Wink from the corner of your eye when your friend asks if you should have one more happy hour cocktail. Twirl your hair when your cute bartender asks if she can buy you a shot. It'll do wonders for your blood pressure, and hopefully, wreak havoc on the blood pressure of those around you (in a good way).
A Betty (by a broad definition) is honest and brave, loyal and nurturing, witty and fun. She's balanced, quirky, open-minded, complex, and flawed. She's soulful and driven. And I think there's a little Betty in all of us.