Mindless Monday

I don't flirt well.  Don't flirt well at all.  If I did, I wouldn't be single. 
I asked the question few months back on my real blog, if I was flirting with a celebrity.  Or I should say, someone else told me to stop flirting with a certain celebrity. 

I admit, I was flirting with him and not ashamed to say so.  More then a few people started to say he was flirting back.  I didn't see it. I couldn't see it. I mean, celebrity! What would he be doing flirting with me?
Though you know full well my every cell, every drop of blood that pumped in me wanted to desperately believe he was flirting back. 
But again, celebrity so that's part of his charm right?  Right?

Well, now that I've gotten a cooler head on this and have removed myself from his presence, I've had time to reflect on it.  Was his attention a real flirt or just a stage show for him to have more spotlights?
As his spotlight grows, and his life seems to be getting more and more perfect for him, with more and more fans/groupies crowding around him every second; I can't help but wonder if I missed the boat?