I have a problem.
With flirting, specifically.
Here's the deal: I'm a good flirt. I mean a really, really good flirt. I can banter - oh baby, can I banter. Witty repartee is my forte. I have eyes. I mean "come hither" eyes. And I can give a look... You know that scene in Game of Thrones where the slave girl is telling the story about the chick who can "finish a man with nothing but her eyes" - yeah..Irogenia of Lys has got nothing on me, baby.
The issue here is that while I can flirt, I really tend to be lousy at being flirted with.