The Art of Wooing

I have been implored to write about the art of wooing. Why? Because it is dead. Wooing at one point was hidden glances and secret touches. It was whispered words in a dark corner and letters sent to your would-be lover.

With the dawn of the digital age it appears that the art of wooing has been lost. Much like the ancient languages of long ago.

Imagine if you will. A crowded party. You are in a beautiful dress that you spent three days choosing, your shoes are a bit snug but they make your legs look fantastic. You spent an hour alone making sure your hair was in perfect order and that your make-up gave you that natural sun-kissed look.

Your eyes meet over the crowded room. You run your hand across your stomach making sure your dress hasn't bunched up. Your hand then drifts up to your hair briefly touching it as your eye lashes lower ever so slightly. The handsome man gazes at your face before his eyes drift down to your décolletage. Your smooth, pale skin gleams in the lowered lights and you smile ever so softly. You drift off knowing that if he fancies you, if he finds you attractive, he will find you. 

A bit later you have lost sight of him, and you are mildly disappointed. He was handsome and you did feel that spark that arched between you. It has grown stuffy in the room, people are starting to crush against you and you feel smothered. You find a door that leads to an outside patio and you pull open the door. A gentle breeze pushes against your face and you gleefully step outside and let the night envelop you as the door closes and shuts out the party raging behind you

You walk up the railing and look up at the moon so big in the dark sky above you. Drops of dew form on your eyelashes and you gently wipe them away, while your eyes are closed you hear a soft shuffle but you aren't aware of what it is so you turn towards the sound. Your eyes pop open and you see the man from the part standing in front of you. You look up and meet his stare. A stare so hot that you immediately grow aroused. He reaches up and runs his thumb down your cheek and as you tip your head back you expose your throat to him. He leans down and places his mouth against your ear. 

"You are beautiful. Lovely as a flower and I want to claim you as my own." He then kisses the corner of your mouth and your body heats up. You reach up to touch him but he has already backed away towards the door. 

You stand there looking at one another, and you know how much you would like to be claimed. The handsome, dark haired mans turns and disappears through the door as if the encounter never happens. 

Do you chase the man? Do you implore your hostess to introduce you? In today's world, this encounter wouldn't have happened. You would have received a facebook message that says something to the effect of "Ur Hawt, wut size r ur tits?"

So seduction and wooing are lost to us, but I believe there could be a resurgence. Hell, we brought back bell bottom pants right? If you are reading this and you have a significant other, woo him or her. Send them a message on facebook that has nothing to do with blatant sex. Or better yet...walk up to them and whisper in their ear what you love most about them, end it with a soft caress. You will thank me later.