I hate one-time flirting. I hate when I hit it off with someone and nothing ever comes off it, it’s just the one day, preserved in time.
Sometimes, it’s my fault for not asking for the person’s number or for their full name so I can search them on social media. Other times, I feel like I’m getting played. Like maybe they only flirted with me for that one night because they were drunk and couldn’t think straight, or because the girl they’re actually interested in wasn’t around to catch them flirting with some stranger.
I realize I should just enjoy those moments, be thankful they happened at all, but it’s hard not to feel like an opportunity was missed, like we were offered a chance at love and tossed it away because neither of us were brave enough to make a move.