There's a part of me that wishes I was above that. But there is another part of me that says why are you worried about it? You flirt, you get a compliment - you give a compliment and move on. But why do I do it? That's my question at this point in my life is why?
This is an old post, and I don't know if you are still around, but I wonder.
I wonder if you have more insight into that question. What drives some of us - perhaps a bit later in life - to go through what you mentioned here?
The encounter with an ESTP, which you described in your last post in this thread, is riveting, personally. I went through the same with an ESTP a year ago. The flirt was not at all intentional then, but substantial upon reflection, and it haunts me to this day. It will be one of a few significant events in my life, which I will remember to the very end.
What haunts me, however, is not a regret; it is this very haunt itself, which I think goes back to that question you mentioned. What in the world is it that we are missing in secret?
