I don't flirt very often. Flirtation arouses violent, predatory instincts within me, so I tend to not react to flirting and they eventually stop. I'm nice, and kind, and I avoid making anyone uncomfortable, but when it comes to flirting, my dead eyes look right through the person and I see someone ignorant, because if they knew what I really was they would be disgusted by me. I pity them. I smile, I act polite. But my eyes are dead. I wish there was a monster like me in my life.