Um.... "Wanna' dance?" was about the limit of my flirting. Too much of that bored me then, and even more so now. Having worked at night clubs as a DJ and bouncer, I saw and heard too many lame examples of flirting to really appreciate someone's idea of "game". I guess I'm not a flirt.
My reply: Hmmm....pretty sure I haven't let anyone see me here, but my avatar pic is quite a cutie...all plump and fuzzy. Reminds me of getting the measuring tape out last week and using it on myself. Yep. Plump and fuzzy. You're such a smooth talker, Candy Gal....
My reply: I might have some of that. I can turn every head in the room beet red in a blink. Nothing deliberate, mind you; things just pop out of my mouth sometimes in a way that makes people blink. A lot. First-class entertainment. Along that vein, here's a true story just for yeeewww..: Phone rings, I answer: her- Is this X? me- No, this is his brother. her- Well, this is nurse so-and-so from the Surgery Center. Can you tell me how he feels? me- Well, lady, yesterday he got his butt pried open by a perfect stranger. How the hell do you THINK he feels? her- <laughter, can't stop, either> Gotta' tell ya....I didn't intend to be such a smart@$$, but I do love hitting a "bullseye" now and then. Merry Christmas, Candy Gal. I'm gonna' sip some red wine. Too bad we can't share across the pond.
You are quite right Gal. If a bloke can make a Gal laugh and have fun, he is already half way inside her knickers!
My reply: I posted that tale online and showed it to my brother when he came over. He blew coffee across the room. It was awesome. A lot of our conversations seem to end this way. I didn't realize I'd said anything funny until that poor gal cracked up. I think she wet herself. My aquaintances won't let me have a microphone. Can you imagine that? Too funny.