the ability to simply be yourself with another human being you like, using all your power to cajole, smile, show how much you like the person and perhaps say a few things that would get him or her thinking that bit more about you. go ahead and do something about wanting to
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Oh the flirt. I want to send sweet glances to my heart. I want to find all the things I love about myself. I want to see my life reflect the flirtatious dance I dance with myself.
nineteen days ago
i saw
a girl on the bus.
she was pretty,
with purple hair
and red, red lips
and a smile.
a smile that melted
all the ice covering my cold,
cold heart.
on the twelfth day,
the girl said she liked my hat
and i made sure to wear it every
day
and then four days
ago she flirted with me
and told me that my sweater
was very nice
but i didn’t see her yesterday
or today.
i hope she’s okay.
Oh man. This is the wrong subject for me. I am probably THE WORST flirter in the entire world. It is so difficult for me to even remotely act seductive around dudes. I clam up and get all shy and nervous when a cute guy even looks at me. If I keep acting this way, how will even accomplish anything? I’ve got to step out of my comfort zone.
the ability to simply be yourself with another human being you like, using all your power to cajole, smile, show how much you like the person and perhaps say a few things that would get him or her thinking that bit more about you. go ahead and do something about wanting to
Oh the flirt. I want to send sweet glances to my heart. I want to find all the things I love about myself. I want to see my life reflect the flirtatious dance I dance with myself.
nineteen days ago
i saw
a girl on the bus.
she was pretty,
with purple hair
and red, red lips
and a smile.
a smile that melted
all the ice covering my cold,
cold heart.
on the twelfth day,
the girl said she liked my hat
and i made sure to wear it every
day
and then four days
ago she flirted with me
and told me that my sweater
was very nice
but i didn’t see her yesterday
or today.
i hope she’s okay.
Oh man. This is the wrong subject for me. I am probably THE WORST flirter in the entire world. It is so difficult for me to even remotely act seductive around dudes. I clam up and get all shy and nervous when a cute guy even looks at me. If I keep acting this way, how will even accomplish anything? I’ve got to step out of my comfort zone.
I flirt with the idea that the rest of my life will not be tied down, locked up. That one day I won’t feel so clusterphobic in every sense.
She was always a flirt, as long as I can remember.
It all started the day she met my husband, I knew right away that she would
reel him in.