I don’t know, any attention from strangers kind of makes me uncomfortable. I’m not very good at this. Plus, my job means that most of the time when I get hit on it’s by homeless drunks old enough to be my dad, so I’m very defensive about it.
This idea comes fresh from the oven. I’ve had the pleasure of meeting and being around a guy who, while not very loquacious, was astonishingly eloquent non-verbally. I do not mean anything salacious by that. I mean that you could read his emotions and moods from his behaviour and body language without fail. He portrayed his feelings like children cannot help doing, and as a lover lowering his guard to profess his undying love for someone would have to do, risking and trusting another with a vulnerability. He was essentially exactly like a puppy: genuinely excited at some times, heart-rendingly sad at other times, always naive, and so so adorable.
For this reason any display of his wish for my personal attention (for instance his coming to sit next to me, prominently, repeatedly, wordlessly) I was absolutely required to answer.