The Annual He-She Man Hating Club – Non Flirting Branch – were quite pleased with themselves.
The six card-carrying members had attracted four young women who might, perhaps join. Club members served tea and finger sandwiches while they espoused their views on men, mating, dating and flirting.
The singular most important rule pertained to Not Flirting in Public. The Club members proudly performed their Club song:
Rooty toot toot, Rooty toot toot! We are the girls from the Institute!
We don’t flirt – we don’t kiss- we don’t hug – we do things like no one does.
Rooty toot toot, Rooty toot toot! We are the girls from the Institute!
We hold hands, walk by your side and smile all the a while.
Behind closed doors, we do what we want, with whom,
and take the secrets to the tomb. Rah!
Membership had been down – the members were dying to attract new women. Many had called – out of curiosity- and none had joined.
In time, the Non-Flirting Club evaporated and no one spoke of it again.
The only lingering evidence was the picture.
