I am flirtatious. At least, until this weekend I thought I was. This weekend my mother reluctantly went to a high school reunion. Of course, as one could have predicted, she had an insanely fun time catching up with her classmates and recounting stories to her husband. I highly doubt that I would be as willing to go or apt to have fun at a high school reunion, but then again I haven’t been out long enough to miss anyone. If I got curious, I’d just check my Facebook timeline and see all their grammatically poor updates. Sorry, I digress.
The real root of this post is to discuss the fact that not only was my mother a beauty queen (Miss East Tennessee, Queen of Summer, Queen of Hearts..) and varsity cheerleader, but she was also voted the female half of the Senior Superlative “Flirt and Wolf”. Though I am not certain of the definition of the term “Flirt and Wolf”, I take it to mean the most flirtatious and date-able male and female student. I’m not surprised, honestly, just frustrated.
I probably don’t have to tell you this, but I wasn’t a beauty queen or cheerleader or voted most flirtatious. I was other things, and it’s things that both my mother and I am proud of, but it wasn’t based on my ability to win people over. I was the valedictorian. I had a full-time job in high school. I had a serious boyfriend for most of my teens and early twenties. But clearly as an adult, it’s made it painfully obvious that I’m a complete and total buffoon when it comes to meeting people.
Clearly the ability to interact and socialize with the opposite sex skipped a generation. Or, more accurately, I was too shy and bitter at a younger age to take advantage of the intensely awesome person I could have been. Like I said, when I find someone I enjoy, flirtation comes naturally. However, I am just so out of tune with dating and relating that it’s hard for me to pinpoint an interest to begin with.
Somehow, I just didn’t get the information from my mother that made me insanely interested in boys and their company until I was in my late teens. I think my mother shielded me from being interested in the pursuit of men and other aesthetics for a good reason—the same reason I shut myself off and shielded myself from the attention, in fact. I developed early…too early . I was curvy and busty in second grade. Though boys will notice this, and it’s something I’m proud of now, at the age of 7 or so, boys (and girls) can be so cruel. I remember so specifically feeling uncomfortable with my curves and hiding under sweatshirts, sports bras, and by generally burying my noses in books and sports . I was a huge tomboy growing up, and I think it was mostly because I was shying away from the unwarranted attention. My mother was all the more happy to go along with my tomboy persona because it really saved her a lot of headache! I don’t blame her at all—it’s easier to parent a girl who has little interest in boys.
But because I hid myself away and my mother was content with this, I never really got interested in typically girly things until much, much later. So my high school career is decidedly absent of dating, flirting, and fun—save the memories with The Boyfriend. I feel behind in so many ways.
In some ways I’m thankful my mother didn’t teach me to rely on the superficial. I was never entered in a beauty pageant as a child because I wasn’t interested—at all. I remember being asked, in fact, and tearfully making my mother promise she’d never make me doing something like that—at the age of three. I had hobbies and interests. I was a reader, heavily dedicated to school work, and it paid off. In other ways, though, I wish I had that social experience at a younger age. I wish I had flirted, dated around, and had fun. I wish I was more certain in my ability to meet men, that I knew how to show my interest. I’m not a total failure when it comes to these things, but I’m wishing I had tapped the resource a little more. I am the daughter of the class of 19*cough*’s most flirtatious. I should have more experience than I do.
All that’s left to do, I suppose, is channel some of my mother’s awesomeness and meet new people and become the Flirt and Wolf I am genetically cut out to be. I promise this week, dear readers, I am going to start the actual quest to meet men in various locations. Stay tuned.