As far as flirting goes, I'd never had too much of a problem with it. Well, yes alright, I get prissy about lack of tact, lack of class, lack of verbal/sexual restraint, but generally the 'lack of everything' gets filed into my brain folder titled 'More Things To Be Cynical About But For Now It's Okay Because It's Still Fun'. Lately, however, something's different. The prissiness has faded, and in its place is a kind of mental and emotional exhaustion.
All I could think of when Mr Air Steward was cracking jokes was, 'This is too familiar'. Because it was - the flirtatious poking, the jabs at teasing, even the smile peppered between the poking and the jabbing - I've heard and done it all before. None of it was new, and at the end of the day, flirting got us nowhere closer to knowing each other, other than the masks we were capable of wearing in certain situations.
So why do we play them, these games? Why did I smile back at him, or laugh at the jokes made in bad taste?
Put more cruelly: Was I that bored?