It was 1969. Me, young, single, with a 1969 orange Camaro convertible, a waterfall of hair rivaling Cher’s, wearing micro-mini skirts & calf-high boots busy searching for my dream guy. A friend gave me a book she swore had female tips sure to turn any male into putty. Really? Yes, really …

The title of the book was The Fascinating Girl, a Christian guide for single girls trying to catch a man, written and printed in 1969 by a housewife and mother of eight, Helen Andelin. My friend explained there were CLASSES being taught in this book! I was mischievously intrigued by the tips, even though in the South flirting is learned from the cradle and practiced first on Daddy – there were new things in the book. I could not resist giving this a try.

Off to a Dallas hot spot with friends, I scanned the crowd of guys looking for a prospect/victim. Instantly, one fellow thought my attention. Not drop-dead gorgeous, yet he had magnificent “presence” and all the other guys seem to acknowledge it. Obviously, a young man comfortable in his own skin, those eyes, that smile, that BODY rated a ten. Handily, my seat at a table across the room faced his. Target spotted, now to see if this stuff worked. Naturally shy, I took a deep breath and …

The first secret in the art of flirting chapter was simple – I was to just look at him – patiently, until he returned my look, make eye contact! It did not take long; he looked right at me, met my eyes. I’ve been told this always works because it’s that wolf instinct guys just have – they scan their area for predators and prey – so if you look they soon spot you, the next step was to immediately smile returning his look eye-to-eye, then blush. BLUSH? Drop your head, as if you were sooooo fascinated but sooooo embarrassed to be done looking. This ploy was enough to make me blush for real. Finally, I was to wait a few secs and look again, up & out of my eyelashes angled in a very girly manner. The idea was to give the fellow confidence an overture would not be rejected.

That was the easy format: Make eye contact, smile, turn shy and demure, look away and repeat until …

Giggling with sheer embarrassment at the joke (a naturally very girly reaction) I realized he was still looking right at me – then, I just lost it- collapsing in helpless mirth. Amazing! I’ll be darned if he did not stand up, excuse himself from his group and head straight for me! I watched him all the way, smiling, waiting for him to come to me. I’m sure that I was not meant to smile and wait for him but by this time I had forgotten all the rules. This was terrific fun, I was thrilled and excited plus there was something about him that seemed special.

We danced and had a lovely time. I remember still that he had on slacks and a silk shirt that night; the silk felt nice to my hands. He was really warm and just an incredibly likable person who made me glad he “noticed” me. When I asked what he did, he said he was into karate –something I knew nothing at all about.

His name? Chuck Norris.

That enchanting first experience sold me for life on this wonderful primer of femininity. I read it cover-to-cover and later had some explaining to do when my husband scanned the book easily recognizing sooooo many of the things I had “used on him!”. He was furious! But then, again, we’ve been married for over 30 years soooo … Would the techniques still be effective? Timeless, I promise, and as the mom of three sons – I know some things never change. The book is still available.

Is this manipulative? Noooo, I do not think tapping into the natural radiance of our femininity is manipulative. Actually, just discovering your own femininity is a worthwhile endeavor, I think. I see so many young women floundering when it comes to developing good, strong relationships. I think every young girl should have this book & could be it’s time to bring back those classes …

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Source by Devonia Smith