It's not like my husband and I ever made any hard and fast rules about flirting when we got married.We are full grown adults who like the idea of independence and equality, and we live full lives, with little time to review or reestablish trust that already, presumably, exists.Even on days when I can't muster more than sweats and lip gloss, he asks if I want "the regular." Yes, please I say, knowing he is talking about the tea drink he invented for me: chamomile, honey, vanilla, lavender, and just a drop of lemon.I wonder, as he makes the drink, if other women in my place would feel more conflicted about taking such pleasure in a cute barista's attentions than I do. And, especially, I wonder If I could take it a bit further.I was befor like these rooms bwcouse it is a way of getting out of the marriage problems and have some fun in the same time. I have a female that i only known her since i known online chating....already 5 years ago, Some of my friend in my contact in my yahoo messenger are mariange and some of them still single.I dont know what happen, are the people have changed? Definitely the singlre one is more fun to chat....cause they no need to care what they say if compare to the not single one they more cauntion what they want to talk.Or the other guy, the out of town colleague who, also married with a kid, keeps inviting me on a yoga retreat — without our spouses or children. If I were a single woman, it would just make me a single woman.
What exactly is fair play when someone else initiates the flirting?
Many friends I've spoken with find themselves in similar situations with social media friendships, where the lines are so blurry between "connecting" and "flirting" that a certain amount of intimacy has come to be expected.
Mediums like Tinder thrive on this type of intimacy—one friend of mine met her fiancé there.
I know this coffee shop flirting is innocuous; I've never given the barista my number, or even my name.
But there are other situations that seem to just happen: the guy at the literary reading series, who stopped me on the way to the ladies room to compliment me on my shoes, and then on my wedding ring, and then, since I stayed for conversation, on my name and nationality (I think the word "exotic" may have even come up).