Pedestal.

Now, I don't have a problem with a woman who takes the initiative to let him know she is interested. In fact, I do it myself, sometimes. Go ahead and turn your body to face him; keep the conversation going; prompt him with questions; find out more about him; give him your best wide-eyed attentive look; keep that smile as bright as your eyes.

But you know, just for once, forget all that.

Go back to the good o'days when women would just sit and look pretty, and slip their object of fascination enough languid gazes and glancing smiles to arouse his curiosity and awaken the innate explorer in him. Let him make all the moves and figure you out, of his own volition. And if he does it 'right', you may then consider whether to acknowledge his efforts with your undivided attention and charming company.

(But, if he doesn't care to look your way, or deem you interesting enough for him to move his ass off his chair, then move on, baby.)

The only problem with this social experiment, is that it requires a certain expectancy on the part of the female to be handled with TLC and accorded a 'reverence' of sorts, and, the male must recognise this, and have the sense of purpose and patience to expect to have to make a few rounds around the block before the target acknowledges and decides whether to reciprocate his advances. As such, any peevish behaviour and show of impatience, on his part, would be deemed bad etiquette, and frowned upon. In which case, he would probably have a better chance of circling the girth of Planet Earth, lose his bearings halfway, refuse to ask for directions like the typical male he is, and pick up another more amenable female along the way. And oh, don't bother trying to find your way back to my side of the block. You may just, suddenly, find pie in your face.