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JACK DID IT: What About YOU?
ednbarby:
Well, with my husband, I never had to flirt, per ce. He approached me in a bar, and I was just gobsmacked when I looked into his clear, crystal blue eyes and saw the innate laughter in them. He seemed equally captivated with me, and later said it was the fierce intelligence (his words, not mine, I swear) he saw in my eyes that got to him. It was a done deal from there on out.
Really, I've never been much of a flirt. That may explain why I didn't date much in college. When I saw someone I really wanted, I was just relatively direct about it. But I picked my targets very carefully - no way would I make myself vulnerable to a guy I really had a thing for. I asked the one who became my boyfriend all through high school and Freshman year of college out at a high school dance. We had this Sadie Hawkings type tradition where if you liked a guy on the football team, you asked him if you could wear his team jersey on Jersday Day during Homecoming Week. Yes, corny as hell, but true. At the dance shortly before Homecoming Week, I asked a mutual friend if anyone had asked him yet. She said, "No. And you definitely should." When the really very good cover band started playing The Cars' "You're All I Got Tonight," I figured it was time to make my move. I marched right over to him in front of all his friends and very calmly said, "Hi. I was just wondering if I could wear your jersey next week." He said, "Hell, yeah!" Turned out he'd liked me all along and was trying to figure out a way to "trick" me into asking him. In college, I liked a bartender at my favorite watering hole. So I parked myself there from time to time when he was working. We were both from the same area of New York State and had a similar upbringing and tastes, so we had a lot to talk about, and he enjoyed ongoing friendly company while he was working. We smoked the same brand of cigarettes (yes, I was a smoker in a past life - still am a closet one, I'm afraid), and he'd always light mine in a very movie-esque sort of way - sometimes by breaking out his custom-made lighter with a flourish, sometimes by lighting two and handing me one (that's when I knew he was *really* getting into it).
Then there was the one right before I met my husband. Or should I say The One. I was so enamored of him that I actually stayed away a lot when I could have been hanging with him in a friendly manner, because I was afraid my emotions would betray me and he'd reject me. I came to find out from him that my staying away was what got to him. A couple other girls at work pursued him relentlessly, and that just irritated him ultimately. But I was a mystery to him - does she want me or not? What's funny is it's nothing I did on purpose, at least not in the sense of purposely trying to play head games with him - it's what I did out of self-preservation.
No one's ever tried to pick me up, per ce, in a bar except my husband. And he succeeded just by saying something really stupid, because all it took was that one look in his eyes. He could have said "Ya come here often?" and it would have been enough. For the record, I was wearing a Syracuse University sweatshirt with a denim mini-skirt, and he goes, "So. Where'd you go to school?" The stupid thing about it was I didn't go to Syracuse. Just liked the sweatshirt. But it was meant to be, I guess, because we quickly got past that first bit of awkwardness.
Pick up lines I've always wanted to try (if I were a different kind of person):
How do you like your eggs?
Do you believe in love at first sight? No? Lemme walk by again.
Is it hot in here or is it just you?
:-*
Oh, and Leslie, you're my new hero.
rtprod:
--- Quote ---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.
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Jenny, hey, thanks, thought for a sec the audiences had gone as cold as the NC-17 thread these days. Thanks for keeping the faith, more to come...
rt ;D
rtprod:
Barb,
Great story! Was it the cover band that did it? If it had really been The Cars, who knows what could have happened?
--- Quote --- No one's ever tried to pick me up, per ce
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Um, this is an impossibility because I know what you look like, let's cut the being humble around friends thing babe... :D
--- Quote ---How do you like your eggs?
--- End quote ---
Uhh, wouldn't that be later (like the next am), after the flirting had worked? lol
--- Quote ---(yes, I was a smoker in a past life - still am a closet one, I'm afraid)
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Closet smoker? Wow. We're letting it all out today it seems... ;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.
rt
rtprod:
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.
I went to meet this sexy blonde comedienne/actress/author/TV star in her hotel suite last fall to talk about a project she was aggressively promoting. When I got to the room, it smelled great, like flowers or some perfume, I dunno which, and she was rather "perched" in an archway at the end of a hallway. I walked in and toward her, she leaned back on the wall, hands behind her back, tight jeans, midriff exposed, tight top she was sorta heaving out of, blonde tresses cascading (jesus i should write this shit for a living) down to her bicep level. Lotsa skin showing in the right places (her, not me, lol).
Me: "Where do you want to sit?"
Blonde: "Where do you want me to sit?'
Me: "Whever you would like."
Blonde: "Where would you like me to?"
Forget the fact that her lines were purred rather than spoken and my mouth got really dry...lol
Anyway, we sat on the couch together for about forty minutes, close and having a great time, for I second there I almost thought.... well, almost that was. Um, when I left I felt like we had pretty great chemistry and I asked to take a photo or two with her, so she did it. She's known for being really zany and fun, and she grabbed me and put her arms around me, really hugged me, put her head on my shoulder and arm around my back. We stood like that because the camera jammed! Even took a brief video clip together by accident -- lol.
Anyway, wow, I still remember her hair and smell so well, she was a shameless flirt and really, really hot. At least she would have been for a guy other than me, I should say. Here I was holding this really sexy babe who so many red-blooded guys have spent so much time...um...dreaming about. Irony, it was.
;)
rt
ednbarby:
--- Quote from: rtprod on May 01, 2006, 03:09:45 pm ---Great story! Was it the cover band that did it? If it had really been The Cars, who knows what could have happened?
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Actually, they were better than The Cars. They actually moved! To this day, that song always takes me right back to that night when I was 15 years old and had such a crush on a particular tight end. ;)
--- Quote from: rtprod on May 01, 2006, 03:09:45 pm ---Um, this is an impossibility because I know what you look like, let's cut the being humble around friends thing babe... :D
--- End quote ---
I swear this is true. A few guys have asked me out who I dated once or twice or who I turned down, but I've never been to a bar or a party where some guy I hadn't known before tried to pick me up. The guys who asked were friends at school or at work who got a hold of my phone number somehow and called me and asked me out or who had a mutual friend set us up for a meeting/date. I dated a few guys once or twice who had done that merely because I didn't have the heart to say no to them the first time they asked, I'm ashamed to admit. There was the one guy in college who saw me dancing one night, thought I understood it, asked me to dance with him, and we then proceeded to meet regularly just to dance. He was gay and had a lesbian "girlfriend." Swear to God. And she didn't like it one bit that we were meeting regularly just to dance, even though she didn't like to dance herself. But again, that doesn't really count as picking me up per ce. ;)
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