Flirting
I asked an old man,
"What is flirting?"
He replied,
"It's a light-house sending
signals to the wrong ship.
If the wrong ship arrives safely on the dock,
the right ship won't be docked; it will wander around
the dock, or leave to find another place to be docked"....
Since then, I have been doing my best not to resemble
the habits of the light-house.
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