My father flirted with everyone: little girls and boys, strangers and friends, peers and elders. He liked people, and he liked making them smile and laugh, and he liked being center of their attention.
The Blue Dasher, both male and female (like this one) flirt. I've never met a Dasher that didn't pose like a professional model. Flit up for a little something to nibble, re-perch, eat, and smile for the camera. Say "insect"!
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My father the dashing man and the Pachydiplax longipennis: flirts writ large.
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