”What a nice dress you have.”
With glossy eyes watching the man in me. It is more than obvious that he’s referring to something else than the actual dress. Without thinking I reply that it is my grandmother’s old dress, that surprisingly fits even me. Seconds after my extremely weird response feels like an eternity of awkward silence. Neither he or I know how we’ll save the conversation. Finally, we go to a opposite directions without saying anything to each other. Hereby I acknowledge the face of the Swedish people – I have forgotten how I pick up.
Well, I’m happily in love with my boyfriend. With significantly fresher raggningsrepliker than the above, I managed to win his heart once upon a time. The security of our relationship, however, has made me forget how I flirt. They where hands on hips, in a dimmed dance floor, is now replaced with kisses on the couch with the ”Cold facts” turned on.
I mourn the part of me that no longer exists. To know how to pick up is about more than pulling with any home. To flirt is to feel socially competent. A form of general education in the social room to the corridors. In spite of previous knowledge in the field, I find myself standing empty-handed. The mouth which previously rattled off replicas as the alphabet is now dry.
hangs when someone flirts. It is a part of the relationslivet no one warned me about. It does something with the self-confidence to feel bad at flirting. Despite the fact that you don’t have any plans to do something with the person.
On the other hand, there are advantages to a lack of raggningsförmåga. As relationsmänniska, you avoid lengthy, seedy raggningsförsök. A hot tip is to start talking about your grandmother’s dress. Despite the fact that I try to see the positive in the situation, I do not agree with myself in the reasoning. It is fun, liberating and exciting to flirt. I’m far too young to be panic at a raggningsförsök.
Raffaella Lindström is an intern at the daily News and like to go on the family dinner – for stealing his grandmother’s dresses.
Best in town right now: My boyfriend when he dresses in his handsome winter coat. With a yellow scarf tied around the neck he looks like a hipsterversion of James Bond.
