I think that I have completely forgotten how to flirt. Maybe that is a good thing. Flirting seems to indicate a lack of seriousness, a lack of purpose. People tell me to lighten up – I don’t think that being a flirt will accomplish that!
Flirt. Flirting with disaster. Flirting with fashion. Flirting with me. Getting my attention. Smiling at you until you blush. You were always so easy to get to blush. Did I make you feel cornered? Thrilled? Invited. I always wondered. I don’t flirt much. But that, that was so easy. Just eyes and a smile.
Flirt with life… Flirt with the infinite possibilities… What if I were really brave enough to flirt shamelessly, …trusting that I am alluring enough, passionate enough, interesting enough, intoxicating enough to hold it’s attention – to beguile it to dance – to twirl and spin me into a blissful state of being… that lasted longer than a flirting glance?
note: I wrote the above “flirt”, but was not a member yet and used my name – Leesa; but afterward discovered there was someone else with using ‘my’ name. To avoid confusing my writing with hers… I signed up under gypsypriestess & re-posted. This is an awesome sight – so much fun!
Flirt with life… Flirt with the infinite possibilities… What if I were really brave enough to flirt shamelessly, …trusting that I am alluring enough, passionate enough, interesting enough, intoxicating enough to hold it’s attention – to beguile it to dance – to twirl and spin me into a blissful state of being… that lasted longer than a flirting glance?
Flirt with life… Flirt with the infinite possibilities… What if I were really brave enough to flirt shamelessly, …rusting that I am alluring enough, passionate enough, interesting enough, intoxicating enough to hold it’s attention – to beguile it to dance – to twirl and spin me into a blissful state of being… that lasted longer than a flirting glance?
I tried to teach my friends how to get drinks from guys at bars. Its easy. Incredibly easy. I thought everyone knew how.
They were clueless. I told to laugh like this, smile like that, and everything will fall into place. Neither got a single drink, lol…
flirt is pink. flirt is a scent. flirt is an attitude that people adopt over various emotions and situations. it doesn’t actually have to define who you really are as a whole.
flirt with death is not a good idea. that last time i dit it, it left me totally breathless and boy was it a close call. so these days when i flirt, if i flirt i stay away from deaths door.
I suggest Stella from across the hall. much nicer legs
“What are you doing?” He asks, not taking his eyes away from his violin. I don’t really know what to tell him. I’ve been staring for much longer than I would like to, but there’s something about him today that I can’t get around.
He is wearing a short sleeved shirt, probably the first time I’ve ever seen, and it is unusual and wonderful. “If you must flirt, at least don’t act so absurd about it.”
So I have a girlfirend, but I was always a flirt. I gave it up to gain her trust though. This was in highschool. Now in college I have this cute girl in almost all of my classes. We are so a like. I flirt with her so much its crazy. I enjoy it so much. I would never do anything to really hurt my girlfriend though, I love her very much.
She was nervous about talking to the guy at the end of the bar. They had been exchanging glances and smiles all night. In fact the drink she was currently sipping on was ordered by him. It was what convinced her that she needed to talk to him. However, the last time she tried flirting with a guy it somehow ended with her insulting his grandmother.
WEhat a word, especially with all that’s going on. Darrick and Ricky and numerous others who don’t want anything but oddd flings and no relations. Everyone has someone right now, except me. All I have are undeniable urges and an embarrassingly blunt way of expressing myself. damn I need to relocate to singles island or something.
Something I catch myself doing unconsciously when conducting interviews. I only realize it when the interviee becomes keenly focused on the fact that I’m twirling a strand of hair, twiddling an earring, or biting my pen. The idea that it might come across as a flirtacious exchange actually creeps me out, so I force myself to stop, keep my hands still, and maintain direct eye contact for whatever remaining interview time is left. I don’t want flirty banter, just the facts, please. Although, I’ve discovered if I announce that a certain angel-faced barist-bro is utterly adorable and flirty too, my husband will ask me out on a lunch date. He ended up taking me to a place he would never pick, but knows that I like. Why haven’t I discovered this trick sooner? Of course now that I know about it, I’ll have to use it sparingly. Or think up some other deviant way to get his undivided attention.
By the end of the evening, her eyes were all over me. The flirt was almost as incestuous as of a friend can be. She kiss me behind the balcony with the tree.
I’ve never really thought of myself as much of a flirt. In fact, the first time someone really flirted with me was a few years ago. I thought it was just silly and didn’t do anything about it. But a few months ago, I saw him at a party and he flirted with me again. And this time I flirted back….
And he was so tall and so sexy and it was completely the one thing in the world she wanted. So she went for it, her voice ringing with laughter and desire. She touched his arm, giggled at his inanity and at the end of their time, she decided he wasn’t her type at all. And she left him, sitting at the bar, staring at where she’d been, wanting, thinking about her.
You flirt, batting your eyelids at me. Don’t think that I can’t see through you. You’re really a shallow piece of shit, who uses people to get what they won’t. Well, I’m not going to play your game. Go find some other sucker.
she’s looking at him again. why does she always look at him?
i study her profile, waiting for the inevitable. and sure enough, the process begins.
her eyelashes flutter, and as she engages him into pointless banter, her voice becomes more sweet, of a higher pitch. occasionally her lips pucker.
i don’t care that she flirts with him. it’s not as if he responds (he’s not into girls)
but i am, so what part of this is fair?
Flirting with you was pure heaven. I felt alive unlike I had ever felt before. Your presence in my life was indeed a gift from the Great Spirit. Miss you.
fun. sexy. shy and subtle. skirt blowing in the wind. hair sweeping across my face. that moment in your eyes. the glisten in the air. everything stops. before it starts back up again.
Leah was a outreageous flirt. She knew it as did all of her friends. But the boys didn’t. Or if they did they obviously didn’t care. She was beautiful.
That what he was … a flirt. The highest form of flirting where the woman suddenly becomes a brighter, lighter more vibrant form of herself under his power. But like a caffeine binge, one comes crashing down once the flirt moves out of range.
He could barely see, but he could tell that she was pretty, he just knew it. Kenneth, at the other end of the food court smiled at this mystery woman, waved back at him in acknowledgement. He winked at her, and she appeared to giggle. Maybe it was time to introduce himself. He was better looking without his glasses. Upon approach, she was an old lady with a beard.
It was that he didn’t know what to say, he had said several times before with the same effect on every girl he’d ever talked to, but something tied up his tongue this time. She was pretty, but it a way that a photographer might have found he’d smudged her face with dirt before the shoot. She was pretty in the way that he’d never thought of before and he couldn’t imagine what he said would mean anything, the way it normally did.
The tide washed up to the sand, just flirting with the shells at the very edge, floating them up and dragging them down just a little ways before setting them down and rushing back out to the great wide ocean.
When she flirts, she isn’t really flirting. Not in her own mind. In her own mind, she can’t flirt; is completely and entirely incapable of intentionally being appealing. But, forever beyond her reach of understanding, is the fact that she’s one of the best flirts there is because she’s natural. She looks up at you from under her eyelashes and smiles not because she’s coy but because she’s shy, twirls her fingers in her hair because she’s nervous, not because she’s tempting you. It’s entirely seductive in a way she could never manage if she knew what she was doing.
Jessica longed to flirt with a guy that didn’t creep her out or scare her off with immature behavior. Wasn’t there some guy out there who didn’t fling hubcaps at the windows of law offices or make her feel like she might end up chopped into little pieces, stuffed in a bag, and flung out a car window on the edge of a freeway?
I think that I have completely forgotten how to flirt. Maybe that is a good thing. Flirting seems to indicate a lack of seriousness, a lack of purpose. People tell me to lighten up – I don’t think that being a flirt will accomplish that!
Flirt. Flirting with disaster. Flirting with fashion. Flirting with me. Getting my attention. Smiling at you until you blush. You were always so easy to get to blush. Did I make you feel cornered? Thrilled? Invited. I always wondered. I don’t flirt much. But that, that was so easy. Just eyes and a smile.
Flirt with life… Flirt with the infinite possibilities… What if I were really brave enough to flirt shamelessly, …trusting that I am alluring enough, passionate enough, interesting enough, intoxicating enough to hold it’s attention – to beguile it to dance – to twirl and spin me into a blissful state of being… that lasted longer than a flirting glance?
note: I wrote the above “flirt”, but was not a member yet and used my name – Leesa; but afterward discovered there was someone else with using ‘my’ name. To avoid confusing my writing with hers… I signed up under gypsypriestess & re-posted. This is an awesome sight – so much fun!
Flirt with life… Flirt with the infinite possibilities… What if I were really brave enough to flirt shamelessly, …trusting that I am alluring enough, passionate enough, interesting enough, intoxicating enough to hold it’s attention – to beguile it to dance – to twirl and spin me into a blissful state of being… that lasted longer than a flirting glance?
Flirt with life… Flirt with the infinite possibilities… What if I were really brave enough to flirt shamelessly, …rusting that I am alluring enough, passionate enough, interesting enough, intoxicating enough to hold it’s attention – to beguile it to dance – to twirl and spin me into a blissful state of being… that lasted longer than a flirting glance?
Isn’t this nice? Sitting here with each others’ company? Flirting as if we just met and thought the other was cute? Simplicity at its finest.
I tried to teach my friends how to get drinks from guys at bars. Its easy. Incredibly easy. I thought everyone knew how.
They were clueless. I told to laugh like this, smile like that, and everything will fall into place. Neither got a single drink, lol…
flirt is pink. flirt is a scent. flirt is an attitude that people adopt over various emotions and situations. it doesn’t actually have to define who you really are as a whole.
flirt with death is not a good idea. that last time i dit it, it left me totally breathless and boy was it a close call. so these days when i flirt, if i flirt i stay away from deaths door.
I suggest Stella from across the hall. much nicer legs
Eyes like sparklers, flashing hot and fast, stars falling like tears, batting eyelashes, flirting with disaster, with you…with danger.
“What are you doing?” He asks, not taking his eyes away from his violin. I don’t really know what to tell him. I’ve been staring for much longer than I would like to, but there’s something about him today that I can’t get around.
He is wearing a short sleeved shirt, probably the first time I’ve ever seen, and it is unusual and wonderful. “If you must flirt, at least don’t act so absurd about it.”
Eyes like sparklers, flashing hot and fast, batting eyelashes, flirting with you… With disaster as you are the epitome…
So I have a girlfirend, but I was always a flirt. I gave it up to gain her trust though. This was in highschool. Now in college I have this cute girl in almost all of my classes. We are so a like. I flirt with her so much its crazy. I enjoy it so much. I would never do anything to really hurt my girlfriend though, I love her very much.
look smile swish swirl grin drop blush gasp breathe glow sparkle remember be wish reach
As I walk along the sidewalk,
rain lightly patters my black coat
and sits in the puddle
just in front of me.
As I wade through the water
I think about
bayous and swamps,
alligators and mosquitoes
hovering in my old
time-encapsulated picture.
I hear the splish of muddy water
on my shoe,
giving my ear a pleasant tone
to hum to,
my mind settling in for a night
in the rain.
someone with low self esteem and who needs reasurrance through others
She was nervous about talking to the guy at the end of the bar. They had been exchanging glances and smiles all night. In fact the drink she was currently sipping on was ordered by him. It was what convinced her that she needed to talk to him. However, the last time she tried flirting with a guy it somehow ended with her insulting his grandmother.
The act of spontaneous sex hiding in plain sight. What is life except to flirt with danger, with the cute one at the bar, with a new worldview?
i don’t think i remember how to flirt.
i haven’t had to win anyone over in a romantic way in five years.
was i ever even good at it?
would i be able to do it if i was single?
it worked once.
i must have some skill.
WEhat a word, especially with all that’s going on. Darrick and Ricky and numerous others who don’t want anything but oddd flings and no relations. Everyone has someone right now, except me. All I have are undeniable urges and an embarrassingly blunt way of expressing myself. damn I need to relocate to singles island or something.
A sweet way to express childlike nature. A tease. A prelude to something deeper.
Fun, harmless, joyful.
Something I catch myself doing unconsciously when conducting interviews. I only realize it when the interviee becomes keenly focused on the fact that I’m twirling a strand of hair, twiddling an earring, or biting my pen. The idea that it might come across as a flirtacious exchange actually creeps me out, so I force myself to stop, keep my hands still, and maintain direct eye contact for whatever remaining interview time is left. I don’t want flirty banter, just the facts, please. Although, I’ve discovered if I announce that a certain angel-faced barist-bro is utterly adorable and flirty too, my husband will ask me out on a lunch date. He ended up taking me to a place he would never pick, but knows that I like. Why haven’t I discovered this trick sooner? Of course now that I know about it, I’ll have to use it sparingly. Or think up some other deviant way to get his undivided attention.
By the end of the evening, her eyes were all over me. The flirt was almost as incestuous as of a friend can be. She kiss me behind the balcony with the tree.
Mutual flirtation. Maybe it’s just me – false hope and mixed thoughts.
There can’t be anything special like sparks flying or love in the air.
Right?
A flirt doesn’t have to hurt. Just enjoy unless you’re getting the dirt.
I’ve never really thought of myself as much of a flirt. In fact, the first time someone really flirted with me was a few years ago. I thought it was just silly and didn’t do anything about it. But a few months ago, I saw him at a party and he flirted with me again. And this time I flirted back….
And he was so tall and so sexy and it was completely the one thing in the world she wanted. So she went for it, her voice ringing with laughter and desire. She touched his arm, giggled at his inanity and at the end of their time, she decided he wasn’t her type at all. And she left him, sitting at the bar, staring at where she’d been, wanting, thinking about her.
You flirt, batting your eyelids at me. Don’t think that I can’t see through you. You’re really a shallow piece of shit, who uses people to get what they won’t. Well, I’m not going to play your game. Go find some other sucker.
she’s looking at him again. why does she always look at him?
i study her profile, waiting for the inevitable. and sure enough, the process begins.
her eyelashes flutter, and as she engages him into pointless banter, her voice becomes more sweet, of a higher pitch. occasionally her lips pucker.
i don’t care that she flirts with him. it’s not as if he responds (he’s not into girls)
but i am, so what part of this is fair?
Flirting with you was pure heaven. I felt alive unlike I had ever felt before. Your presence in my life was indeed a gift from the Great Spirit. Miss you.
After flirting with anyone and everyone at the party, I realized how every atom of me, missed you.
fun. sexy. shy and subtle. skirt blowing in the wind. hair sweeping across my face. that moment in your eyes. the glisten in the air. everything stops. before it starts back up again.
Leah was a outreageous flirt. She knew it as did all of her friends. But the boys didn’t. Or if they did they obviously didn’t care. She was beautiful.
That what he was … a flirt. The highest form of flirting where the woman suddenly becomes a brighter, lighter more vibrant form of herself under his power. But like a caffeine binge, one comes crashing down once the flirt moves out of range.
Fun fun funny girl – she loves the hunt and hates the chain – what a hussy!!
He could barely see, but he could tell that she was pretty, he just knew it. Kenneth, at the other end of the food court smiled at this mystery woman, waved back at him in acknowledgement. He winked at her, and she appeared to giggle. Maybe it was time to introduce himself. He was better looking without his glasses. Upon approach, she was an old lady with a beard.
It was that he didn’t know what to say, he had said several times before with the same effect on every girl he’d ever talked to, but something tied up his tongue this time. She was pretty, but it a way that a photographer might have found he’d smudged her face with dirt before the shoot. She was pretty in the way that he’d never thought of before and he couldn’t imagine what he said would mean anything, the way it normally did.
The tide washed up to the sand, just flirting with the shells at the very edge, floating them up and dragging them down just a little ways before setting them down and rushing back out to the great wide ocean.
When she flirts, she isn’t really flirting. Not in her own mind. In her own mind, she can’t flirt; is completely and entirely incapable of intentionally being appealing. But, forever beyond her reach of understanding, is the fact that she’s one of the best flirts there is because she’s natural. She looks up at you from under her eyelashes and smiles not because she’s coy but because she’s shy, twirls her fingers in her hair because she’s nervous, not because she’s tempting you. It’s entirely seductive in a way she could never manage if she knew what she was doing.
Jessica longed to flirt with a guy that didn’t creep her out or scare her off with immature behavior. Wasn’t there some guy out there who didn’t fling hubcaps at the windows of law offices or make her feel like she might end up chopped into little pieces, stuffed in a bag, and flung out a car window on the edge of a freeway?