Flirty Flirty – Forty Forty
August 11, 2010 by Jason Shaw
Flirty, flirty there’s life after forty! More true life confessions from BestGayBlogs.com and Seafront Diaries blogger Jason Shaw.
I can clearly remember standing with an old boss at a radio station in Crawley when one of my co-workers piped up with “Jason, you’re a terrible flirt!” Quick as a flash, my boss offered, “No, actually he’s very good at it!”
I was a little gob smacked, but it was then and still is now, to me at least, a big compliment. And, it’s true. I am a flirt, I know I am. In fact, I’m proud to be a flirt. You see, I like to flirt and without wishing to sound big headed, I think I am probably quite good at it! You see, flirting, is, well it’s…enjoyable, good healthy innocent fun! Honestly, it is! It’s great entertainment and I can flirt with the best of them. I guess I find it easy to flirt with most people. Of course you have to choose the right kind of person to flirt with, otherwise it’s a bit one sides, gets boring real fast and is like picking ya nose with mittens on!
As I say, I enjoy a good flirting session. It’s a blast, and it’s been my experience that the best people to flirt with are straight boys! Yes, I know you might find that strange to believe from an old poof like me, but, it’s true. Straight boys make good flirting partners. Obviously there has to be a little ground work laid first of all, I mean, and old poof like me can’t just go up to random straight boys and flirt. That’s just asking for trouble, an angry glare, a punch on the arm, a slap round the face, punch on the nose, or a blow job in the far cubicle of the gents – depending how late in the evening it is!
No, seriously, the straight guys I flirt with know that I’m gay and that I know that they know that I know that they prefer front bottoms and chest airbags – hopefully of the non-exploding kind. Usually they are friends of friends, or the current squeeze of female friends and thus knowledge is key and we all know where we stand. Flirting then is fine, fun and fulfilling.
The best thing about flirting with straight boys, is that apart from passing time, being a right good giggle, it doesn’t lead anywhere. For example, with Duane, a young hettie lad I know, we have this thing, this whole routine going. We flirt outrageously for ages, both knowing it’s going to lead absolutely no place fast. I’m sure if it were going to lead to another place, we’d both run a freaking mile in the opposing direction! Yes, he’s sweet, cute, well crafted, but straight and more than just a pretty face!
I used to flirt with a boy called Ashley, he was great at it, loved it, perhaps even better than me at it, which is saying something! But totally completely straight! Not a single gay bone in his body (stop making up ya own jokes!!) and yet sometimes used to phone me up for a little bit of a flirt, till his girlfriend got a bit jealous, even though we all knew it was a bit of harmless fun.
Of course, there is the gay flirting, you know with another fellow of the non straight persuasion, which can be interesting, fun perhaps, but there’s always that cloud floating high above, and that cloud is the cloud of where the flirting is leading! I suppose it’s like there are a couple of varieties of flirting, innocent flirting - the kind that has no final destination. Or intentional flirting, flirting with intention, perhaps flirting with malice if you will, when you flirt with direct and clear intentions, probably of getting in to bed with the flirtee, you know, share some bodily fluids or such like.
I’ve flirted with gay guys and it’s been fun for a while. But then that cloud settles and it’s either run like Forest frigging Gump or face up to desire that’s causing a tightness in ya under-crackers and take the leap from flirting to, well another word starting with an “f” and also having an “ing” on the end and a “u” and a “c” and a “k” in the middle part. It’s then that it either turns in to a mega session of rumpy pumpy, or red faces, embarrassment and the parting of company to retreat back to the rock under which is called home. Either way, you’re left open, exposed and sore!
But if you’re flirting with the likes of Stefano, it may be worth a little soreness!
Oh, and if I’ve flirted with you, consider yaself special! I don’t do it with just anyone you know, you have to be pretty darn special for me to flirt with you! Yes, you’re included in that Duane, Ant, Ricky, BB, Shaun and you!
Oh I almost forgot, thanks for the birthday messages folks, very kind of you, really it is, and yes, I’m OK. I know one or two were worried about my mental state, hitting this 41st year of being an earthling, but I’m cool with it. Yes, of course I had misgivings about it before the event actually came around. You see, 41 is one of those odd ages. I mean, for crying out loud, I can’t say I’m 40 anymore. Nope! I’m not 40, I am now over 40! I am in my 40′s! Eiiks! And, yes, we all know in gay years 41 is pretty much like 81, or gay-death as one lil teenage queen said to me last week, before I left him, laying there in the ground! But, no. Surprisingly enough I don’t give a pickled bollock about it. It’s fine with me, yes. It’s taken a wee while hasn’t it? OK, yes it’s taken a lot of time, a huge chunk of soul searching, a bit of a crying, a tad ‘woe is me’ sobs along with dramatic hand wringing, and now finally, yes at frigging last, little Jase is accepting of this thing called age. Yes, I am accepting of hitting the big 4 – 0 that I have become. But, not only that, I am now content with being 40! You may think I’m passed it, gone to seed, over the hill, heading towards gods waiting room, or something equally insulting and agist, but I don’t give a random flying fuck anymore. I’m me, I’m happy, I’m content and what’s more, even if I am all those derogatory things, I can still pull guys half my age without even trying!
Right, that’s ya lot, I’m heading into the birthday spirit, you can come along if you want to and you can keep up with the pace!
But hey, there’s some pretty hot guys in their 40′s! Here’s a prime example!
So now, what about you? Are you good with being 40 (that is if you’ve reached it)? And about the flirting part…Do you flirt with straight boys too?
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