flirting as a sport.

Alright flirtiepops, strap in! 😳

I recognize that my last few blog posts have been sentimental af, so lez hard pivot for a second and pretend I’m not crafting away at this at my twerq desk on the Lord’s day, no less.

Here’s a little hawt take hypothesis: if you treat flirting as a sport, you’ll be able to out-flirt the competition out there. And given the tangled queer web that’s so messy that Charlotte herself can’t even save us… this hot take IS NOT A DRILL. (Though perhaps drills could serve us the same.)

I flirt with my friends, and they know that “practice makes perfect when it comes to pickup lines” is something I firmly stand by.

When they request an on-the-fly flirt from me, you best believe the recipient is getting launched higher than any Red Bull marketing campaign has ever promised.

I’m not saying the lines between a friend flirt, a flirty flirt, or a friend who secretly wants your platonic flirts to become more than that, won’t get blurred. That’s beyond your control, so tread carefully. But just know that you, like Jesus, get to take the wheel.

That way, when you’re actually ready, the muscle memory of an improvised flirt line will land so much smoother than the prayers we all robotically memorized our entire childhoods, only to be romantically unprepared for the real world.

With practice – and some hopefully harmless reps with your friends – your future lovers will thank you. Your pickup lines will start rolling off the tongue more naturally and, presumably, that’ll help with whatever else you may want to use that tongue for. (Like popsicles this summer to cool off all the hot flirts… chill….)

Flirting is fun.

So my challenge to you, with merely nine days left of Pride Month (which in a few days will become six, and frankly, I think that number belongs before nine, not after it)… flirt around and find out.

And maybe, just maybe… the right flirt will find you 😉.