And I am still LHN.
though lately I think it's somewhat on the 'Net, or in the fingertips if you will, lolrt, You may think you have done more than your share of flirting on the net, but I assure you the audiences are still very hungry for more actions. ;D
rt, You may think you have done more than your share of flirting on the net, but I assure you the audiences are still very hungry for more actions.
No one's ever tried to pick me up, per ce
How do you like your eggs?
(yes, I was a smoker in a past life - still am a closet one, I'm afraid)
Great story! Was it the cover band that did it? If it had really been The Cars, who knows what could have happened?
Um, this is an impossibility because I know what you look like, let's cut the being humble around friends thing babe... :D
So far we've had some great stories about how flirting led to some long-term relationships. What about how it led to some, um, short-term ones. tehe.
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crush on a particular tight end
Oh, and Leslie, you're my new hero.
I'll do a "blind item" and say that some time back a certain Hollywood actress flirted with me in a very funny way that really kinda excited me, though 'course not in a sexual way.
Awww, come on, tell us who! Was it Anne Heche?
I went to meet this sexy blonde comedienne/actress/author/TV star in her hotel suite last fall to talk about a movie she was aggressively promoting.
Comedienne/actress/author/TV star? Good lord... We can figure this one out.
Quotecrush on a particular tight end
Um, did you just do that on purpose? lol ;D
Well, Barb, you know we've had this little mutual admiration society thing going on for ages now... ;)
My most bold flirt-I had a crush on my childhood next door neighbor for years-we dated briefly and then went our separate ways. Years later I had happened to be in the state where he lives so we arranged to meet. He picked me up and while we were driving to his place I proceeded take off the panties I was wearing and put on different ones. He was pretty fired-up by the time we got to his place.
Great stories everyone. I've got a quick one -- how about flirting with a really cute gay guy that turns out to be...a "soft butch" lesbian?
Now THAT one has happened to me.
;D
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To weigh in on your question, What works? This is what has worked for me:
Women: Make them feel good, compliment them, be totally sincere
Men: Trash them, be rude and dominating, ignore them (of course this doesn't apply to gay guys, you treat them like women, but realize "you're wasting your time there")
Great stories everyone. I've got a quick one -- how about flirting with a really cute gay guy that turns out to be...a "soft butch" lesbian?
Now THAT one has happened to me.
;D
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In the USA, calling someone a "bugger" has been considered the same as calling them a "faggot."
I stuck my head in the TV room at the Neoropsychiatric Institutue, where i was becasuse I was nuts...
Lucky we live in Aus then huh TJ because here in Aus EVERYONE is a "bugger" and no one gives a bugger!
Hahahahaha Julie, that's why we all get along so well then!
I stuck my head in the TV room at the Neoropsychiatric Institutue, where i was becasuse I was nuts,. and Bob was, because he'd learned to act schizophrenic to avoid going to Viet Nam, and I saw him, and i said "Are you from Hyde Park>" (university area of Chicago). The rest is getting to be very old history.
I'm very shy, and I never flirt.
Lucky we live in Aus then huh TJ because here in Aus EVERYONE is a "bugger" and no one gives a bugger!
Yep...also in the UK... "YOU LITLLE BUGGER!! is something I often shout that at my nieces when they are playing up... or at my cats when they bring in a birdie present for me...
def. lighthearted..I was affectionately addressed as 'bugger' recently by a Canadian friend--the first time the word had been invoked in regard to me, as far as I know. I was delighted, and not offended in the least.
I would say 'BUGGER' where you would say 'damn' too....
So, Scott...do you have an interesting flirting story for us? You know one is required to partake of this thread!Oh yes...it's reply#3 on the thread. Undoubtedly my boldest attempt at flirting, and one that paid off in the end!
Lucky we live in Aus then huh TJ because here in Aus EVERYONE is a "bugger" and no one gives a bugger!
Hahahahaha Julie, that's why we all get along so well then!
Yes and you had to pretend to be nice and send me a PM to patronize me to do it, Ray!
The Brokeback Mountain Story is about Americans and the lingo used in it is related to how we talk here in the USA.
If a person called me a "bugger" in the USA and he did not personally know me or even know me well enough to tease me goodnaturedly and me accept it, it would be the same as calling me a queer, a fag, or a faggot.
Ray and Hippo (and then me) were all using the use of the word bugger in an affectionate manner.
Oh it's long. How short can I make it?
I took part in a series of "leadership seminars" in college... brainchild of the dean of student life... not a great idea, or at least not all that well-executed. Anyway one of them was led by a prof from the philosophy department -- in fact the head of the dept. I don't remember exactly but I think we were discussing the "philosophical ramifications" of being in a position of hiring and firing employees. There was some dead horse being beaten -- and in my opinion an irrelevant, moot horse. I said I thought it was "pointless" to discuss such-and-such further. Yes, I had grown impatient and bored, and perhaps it was sourpussy or wet-blankety of me.
Instead of saying something like "well, the majority of the group think it merits further discussion" or "this is just the sort of thing you might have to endure in a boardroom someday, missy, so get used to it!" or any number of things, even sharp-tongued things, he simply said something like "Well, maybe it is pointless, so I guess this discussion is over." In stunned silence, we watched him pack up his things and leave, twenty minutes into a fifty-minute session. Two people said things like "don't worry about it -- he's done this kind of thing before" or "it's not your fault." That helped. Still, it made me feel like an awful, awful person. I know I'm not awful; I know I'm compassionate and civil. So I had a little death of those beliefs. No, they fell into a coma and awoke eventually.
He would meet a potential Mr. Right Now and at some point during the conversation he would say, "So, would you like to get together for pizza and a fuck? Or don't you like pizza?"
Yes indeed. Not for everyone.
There's something intrinsically good about a little flirting for the self-esteem boost (at least when it doesn't bomb)...it doesn't need to lead anywhere at all....reminded me of a scene from the (made for television?) film of "The Naked Civil Servant", a biopic on Quentin Crisp starring John Hurt as the venerable Crisp, from circa 1976. Crisp's character stated here that one of his fondest memories in life was a moment of innocent flirtation between himself and a crew of cheeky but good-natured sailors. He said that nothing happened, and that nothing was going to happen...just a little bit of innocent, friendly fun that he cherished as an emotional high point in his existence.
Quentin Crisp was one for the quips wasn't he? I hear him quoted all the time. And he was great as Elizabeth I in the movie Orlando.A friend of mine actually spoke to Mr. Crisp on the phone once--a rather bizarre, convoluted set of circumstances brought the two together aurally, but my friend handled himself with poise and grace, judging from his account of the conversation, and Mr. Crisp sounded as if he were as charming and gentle as one would have expected. He definitely had a sharp mind of great refinement.
What was most humorous was how surprised he was that I wasn't interested in knowing more about his 10 inches because, after all, who doesn't like 10 inches?