Life's lost pleasures

Things change as you age. Life moves fast and sometimes we lose some of those little pleasures along the path. I realized recently that one of life's little pleasures I once enjoyed has seemed to have vanished from my life.
Don't get me wrong it's not like flirting was a huge part of my life. I've been described as looking like Chewbacca after a shaving accident, and there are only so many women in the world who will flirt with an overwieght Grizzley Adams. Yet there have been a few and I miss the playful sexy banter we shared.
The first I can remember was Eggy. It was in high school. She was the Demon older sister (I met Eggy first, I wouldn't meet the Demon for another year or so). It took someone else to point out to me she was flriting with me. The leaning on me when we walked and talked, the constant referance she made to her boobs, the sitting on my lap at lunch. Guess I was nieve but I just didn't even think anything of it. Of course it all stopped when she finnaly got a boyfriend but it was nice while it lasted.
Next came Isis in collage. Oddly we didn't flirt with each other till after we broke up. But up until she recently got back together with her Ex- hubby we would tease each other when ever we talked. From dicussions of our sex life back when to her jokingly giving me lap dances to me giving her back massages, we had fun trying to get the other started.
Of course there was the Demon. She was a natural flirt and over the years we both got our licks in. From asking me if I needed a "Hand" when getting dressed, to her walking out of changing rooms with langerie on, and all the other little things we would do. Sometimes I think she was my favorite to flirt with just because she never gave the impression that it had to stop with flirting no matter where we were. Well, until she would walk out of my life again, and again, and again.....
There was also Heaven. She was interesting because she would sometimes seem so shy yet would come out with such flirtatious ideas, like offering to help wash my car braless in a white shirt or wanting me to paint her chest with latex for her goth night out. Even before anything happened between us she would flirt with me like trying to get me to wash her back while she was in the bath. Sometimes she would blush while saying stuff, but she never balked at the oprotunities. That lasted even after she was married, but stopped once she found she was pregnant.
Kells Bells would also occasionally Flirt with me, but that was always rare. She once told me I was her confidant and I have the feeling she felt odd about flirting with the person she told all her troubles and dreams to. But she still would once in a while.
So now at the age of 32 I realized I have no one left to flirt with. Even in just a friendly way. I love Babushka, but she is too innocent to be able to flirt, it just dosen't work well if the person tyring to be sexy is giggling. I get to watch others flirt but none for me. It's kind of sad. But I guess thats life. I'm sure I'll lose other charished aspects of my life as I go along. I've given up my long hair, I've lost the flirting, and I've started to lose interest in collecting things like I once did. I used to joke about how I never changed, but time takes a toll on us all. Guess I might not be the rock I once thought myself to be. That idea makes me sad.