
Why Flirting Isn’t Just for First Dates: How Playful Energy Keeps Love (and Life) Exciting
Why Flirting Isn’t Just for First Dates: How Playful Energy Keeps Love (and Life) Exciting
As Michael snapped a quick photo of me at the airport, bags packed and ready for our ski trip, I felt that familiar spark—that energy that reminds me why flirting isn’t something you leave behind after you’ve found “your person.”
It’s something you take with you everywhere:
Onto planes, into relationships, and yes—even onto dating apps if you’re still searching.
Because here’s the thing, sister: Flirting isn’t about impressing someone. It’s about expressing yourself.
The Flirting Energy Shift
Most women think flirting is reserved for first dates, coy smiles, or the early stages of texting a guy back. But what if I told you the secret sauce to attraction (and relationship longevity) is keeping that flirty, fun, playful energy alive—every step of the journey?
On our trip, Michael and I will laugh about who’d fall on the slopes first, tease each other over airport snacks, and share little inside jokes. That flirty energy? It’s what keeps our connection fresh, even after 13 years together.
How Flirty Energy Attracts Quality Men
For my single ladies—you don’t have to wait until you’ve met your match to start practicing this.
Flirty energy signals:
Confidence
Approachability
Femininity
Playfulness
It tells a man: “I know my worth. I’m light-hearted, fun, and open to connection.”
(And trust me, that energy is magnetic to the right kind of man.)
The Words Matter Too (But Not How You Think)
Now, I know some women get stuck wondering:
“What exactly should I say? Should I be direct? Flirty? Reserved?”
That’s why I created my signature flirty scripts—so you don’t second-guess yourself.
Download the free Flirty First Steps guide here.
Final Thought:
Whether you’re boarding a plane, heading out on a date, or replying to a message—remember:
Flirting isn’t something you do; it’s something you embody.
Start owning that energy and watch how everything shifts.
Love,
Jaki