Flirting, it's fun, it's frivolous and one does it naturally with an attractive guy. But to many extents it's a potent weapon of manipulation. This has been proved a number of times by powerful courtesans, concubines and queens.
Yet it is often rare to run into one's own brand of flirting. When this becomes the case, combat gets interesting. You know exactly what manuevers your opponent will use to counter yours. It's like playing chess with yourself. There's even the same dilemma of whom you want to win.
In one area if you win in your ploy to play hard to get, you don't end up with the other party. Yet you fight in this arena till the end, it's hard to know when to stop. I guess, in this case, you would want the opponent to win in the end, but only because you let him.
In the end it drives you crazy because not only are having trouble figuring out what you want to do. You are having trouble figuring why you even wanted this guy in the first place.
When the war escalates to this level, war for the sake of it, you know you've done something terribly wrong. Not only are you as far as possible from salvaging a relationship, but you also are addicted. You're mind is fixated on fighting and enjoying the dopamine highs you experience from winning a tiff.
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