Continuing our festival theme we present a bit of a guide to festival flirting. Because let’s be fair, we do it all the time in the real world, so why stop when you go to a festival? Problem is, not everyone is amazing at flirting (and we don’t proclaim to be), so here is our attempt to have a brief little word, maybe even a discussion point.
Now because we are not proclaiming to be the Casanovas of our day, we have decided to compile a list of things not to do rather than both, because well, we’ve learnt from experience. Enjoy.
– Ever give out your number after a romantic festival encounter. You’ll spend the next 3 days pissing off your friends by trying to keep one bar of battery alive; only to feel disappointed and rejected when they inevitably never call. No their battery isn’t dead.
– Take someone back to your tent, when your bezza is already passed out in there. Sure, they may be three sheets to the wind, but you’ll never hear the end of it.
– Forget to pack an unlimited amount of condoms. Never hurts to be prepared.
– Don’t use too many chat up lines, if ever. Granted they may work for about 2% of the population, but seriously, try and be a bit more suave than that. Don’t be desperate/ give too much eye contact. Doing this isn’t hot. It makes you resemble Gollum from Lord of the Rings. And as far as I know he wasn’t the stud/studdess of the playground.
– Don’t try and ‘overdo’ your dance moves. Looking like an idiot with limbs a flailing may feel good, but if you’re ‘on the pull’ as they say, it’s not the best. Have a bit more restraint. Think John Travolta rather than Michael Flatley
– Don’t worry. You don’t NEED that special someone. It’s fine being single. Just think, you get to focus on the things you want to do. And besides, if you just relax, that subtle, underlying confidence will soon make itself known. And that, so we hear, is the biggest aphrodisiac of them all. Well, we hope…
So I guess that’s it, a couple of little points on the whole flirting debacle, and we hope it’s of some use. Now go on, get flirting. But please don’t come back and blame us if our advice falls flat on its face.
Words: LUCINDA DAY / LUKE DEVEREUX
Pic: CAESAR SEBASTIAN