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When Oscar and became friends I was too shy to even realize he liked me. After we went on our first date three years later I initially said I wasn’t interested in a second date, but somehow we couldn’t help but do something we had never really done before – flirt. To the point where my friend pulled me aside and asked what was going on. Clearly I had a crush. And soon we were actually dating.
By Nastassia on 02.15.2012
When a lady is a flirt she has to be careful that her behavior isn’t taken wrong, or viewed by too many people who will have the wrong impression. But a man can flirt anytime, go figure.
By Mary Lou Wynegar on 02.15.2012
I touched the fabric of the bed sheet like a flirting girl would the arm of a handsom man. Lightly, just enough to feel the gentleness. My fingers collided with satin and I couldn’t help pressing the palm of my hand into the soft abyss. My cheek was next and I smiled at the absurdity of pushing my face into someone else’s bed but didn’t stop none the less. I pushed up to look at the doorway and make sure it was empty before abandoning all pretrnse and flopping down in the middle of the king sized heaven. He would be a second, I had time to take in his scent and enjoy the comfort of a bed I hadn’t felt in years. He smelled like clove and oranges, the texture of a rough orange taking the place of sheets against my finger tips for a moment. A memory from long ago that I don’t miss.
By Kaylin on 02.15.2012
It was quiet and I couldn’t hear much. The words didn’t come easily and the song didn’t sound pretty. Every color of her eyes seemed new and alive like the sounds of a waterfall. With her arms around my waist, I could feel her breasts against my back as she leaned in to whisper “I think you’re cute.”
By A on 02.15.2012
She gazed at him from across the table, batting her eyelashes. He looked disturbed, then shook his head and returned to his book. She moved closer to him, staring at him as he read. He let out an annoyed sigh and turned towards her.
“What do you want?”
By Stephanie on 02.15.2012
The boy went to the restaurant. He sat in his usual seat at the front counter. The waitress walked over and asked for his order. I started to flirt with her. He liked her. She could tell, but she wasn’t interested in him. Her boyfriend was seated right at the end of the counter and was the extremely jealous type.
By j.renee on 02.15.2012
i saw him and thought, oh my. what is he thinking right now, with that pensive look on his face? I thought to myself, there are a few things I could teach him. Catch my eye, come on. He glanced at his watch. Where are you supposed to be? I wondered. His tousled blonde hair blew back in the wind. He looked at me, square. Big green eyes, impossibly long lashes. His eyes widened. His lips turned up slightly, as if surprised and amused. Then, a full on smile, that cut to my core. Devastating. How like a bolt of light that smile was. He knew I was there all along. He was waiting on me and he saw that I was waiting on him His smile broadened and he winked. Now, that was a little too cocky I thought. And i looked away. Small crease of ‘uh oh’ now crossed his face and he made a move my way. I glanced back with a small smile, and a relieved grin broke out. He reached for his pocket, pulled out a card, wrote something on the back. Walked towards me. “please do call…we have to talk. About everything’. I took the card and looked at it. His number scrawled on one side, his business on the other. Scott. Not scott free anymore, I thought to myself, one look in those eyes and bam.
By michelle on 02.15.2012
It was a short flirty skirt. Lime green to match the patent leather shoes. A plastic beaded necklace matched perfectly. She admired the swirl of colour in the vending machine glass as she dropped her coin in…
By marlibar URL on 02.15.2012
With me. Flitting like a firefly with the flame of a dragon. Red hot and sweet. Light and intense. Chiffon and velvet, cool and irresponsible. Naughty and amazing. Feels like you love everyone and no need to commit. Just leave a trail of ticklish delightful butterflies in the heart chakra. Sweet! Oh one more time wink at me so I know your world was jiggled for just a glorious moment.
By Glynnis URL on 02.15.2012
John had to wonder sometimes if Sherlock even realized what he was doing. When he had insisted that John’s date with Sarah was the same as what he had suggested, had he intended that as a flirt? When he grabbed at John’s temples, or stood too close in his personal space, was it due to a sense of comfort, or a desire for something more?
Not wanting to push either way, John decided to leave the flirtatious behavior unmentioned. He didn’t mind that much, after all.
By floppybelly URL on 02.15.2012
He had passed her quite regularly for the past year and not once had it even crossed his mind to flirt with her. But today he suddenly found himself approaching her, and before he knew it he was sniffing her bum. He sure hoped that the provider would bring him walkies this way again soon.
By Glennsta URL on 02.15.2012
I’m an expert. Well, in my own way. I know how to light up, turn on the charm. Yes, even in this overly-fluffy 50something body I can still make heads turn. And it’s not ALL about the big bazzombas. In fact, I cover them up and let my face capture his attention, be the focus of the flirtation.
By CameoRoze URL on 02.15.2012
I wish I knew how to flirt really really well. Flirt like Marilyn Monroe. Capture someone with just the gleam in my eyes. Make everyone around me feel titillated and special just to be in my presence. Know that I can get anything that I want just by thinking about it and convey it with a wink.
By Alexis on 02.15.2012
I never thought until recently that I was a flirt. I don’t sashay or bat my eyes or any of those old ways. But, I do talk and I do listen. I can help draw out a person from their shell. If that is a flirt, then, yes, that is me.
By ShannonC URL on 02.15.2012
The process of admiring and expressing your interest in someone through communication, body language, and gesture. It is primarily a source of communication between male and females.
By Kajal on 02.15.2012
You mess with me far too often,
It isn’t fair.
So I spend all of my time thinking of you.
Or, at least… I did.
You make me feel like you’re the only one who can make me happy.
I end all other things because of it.
I left him for you, in a sense.
I’ve almost never felt so miserable.
By Megan Blease URL on 02.15.2012
The detective was a remarkable flirt, as every film noir dame seemed to swoon for his Brooklyn accent and his floppy fedora. At least, that’s what it seemed like to the detective as he sipped from a martini glass and drew a picture of a dog eating a sandwich on his notepad.
The Halloween party was going marvelously and several suspects had become so drunk he could now question them. He’d have to talk to the Superman in the cheap franchise costume set soon enough.
By Belinda Roddie URL on 02.15.2012
I like to flirt. It’s fun and entertaining. Though sometimes girls slap me in the face when I do it. I just shrug it off and walk away with swagga, because deep down inside, I know they love me. -WHat i would say if I was a douche bag
By Lucas on 02.15.2012
I used to flirt, back when I was young enough, old enough . . . now I flirt with time. It flirts back, teasing, drawing me in and on, testing me, promising me more than it likely can give. And I, I flirt with oncoming years of wonder, and time itself.
By Khat on 02.15.2012
What a flirt he was. Although she was immensely flattered by his advances, Arielle found it rather difficult to accept his proposal.
By Kate V URL on 02.15.2012
if you don’t catch my eyes across the room then I’m going to sashay right over there and make you notice me.
give me ten seconds.
then all you’ll be able to think about is me.
my scent will cocoon you first.
then the sound of my voice will whisper in your ear.
By lorna on 02.15.2012
i like to flirt i love to flirt but flirting with some things is flirting with danger. the word is light and airy and that’s how it should be but sometimes the consequences are more concrete. flirting is a nice way to dip your toe in but commitment is a more honorable conquest.
By Chels on 02.15.2012
Cheerleaders girls flirt with football basketball guys. Girls flirt with guys to get what they want. Guys flirt with girls to get what they want. Ignoring is a form of flirting. Flittering eyelashes is a form of flirting. Punching in the shoulder is a form of flirting. Namecaling, a form of flirting. Guys flirt with guys? Girls flirt with girls. It’s an attraction thing. Who do you like. Flirt with that person. Need a raise? Flirt. You get more flies with honey than with sugar.
By Sheila on 02.15.2012
It was the looks Blaine gave Kurt, small flirtatious ones that made his heart pound too fast and his breath stick in his throat. He knew how to make his brown eyes sparkle in the sun and the moonlight and everyone single glance was for him; for his Kurt. The man he loved forever.
By Lydia URL on 02.15.2012
I love to do this because I can truely express myself to antoher person, I would like to show the women I love all that I think and all the I am worth. I only hope that she will feel the sasme way about me as i do feel the same w
By John Peters on 02.15.2012
It’s a casual flirtation, one that’s been going on for, well, ages. Or so it seemed. Sandy had always been a good friend and a good sport, so it was all harmless fun, as far as Jack was concerned.
By lil_nail URL on 02.15.2012
like butterfly in your mouth colorful flappy flitty dancing words from my hearts eye to your hearts eye i hope you follow my skirt i wish you would have how often do i have this chance? now we are far telepathic do you can i pheel… what color would it be? yellow green, pale bright – – over-lit neon or orange
By irene selenium on 02.15.2012
I like to flirt with you. It sends pulses throughout my entire body, little tiny waves of electricity. I feel warm when I’m around you, and I don’t even need alcohol for it. You do something to me that nobody else does
By Jess URL on 02.15.2012
She flirted with me like it was her middle name. Like it was the sun. Like there was a bookshelf full of books and a fresh pot of coffee. Like a dog barks at cars. Like when a President of the United States of America dies and there’s a special report on TV. Like she is something beautiful captured in something cold – like a ripe red cherry in an icicle. Like she was being graded by God. Like her parents weren’t watching.
By Chris Rogers URL on 02.15.2012
Glance. Touch. Turn of the head. Don’t know if it is more fun to give than receive. But I love it. And I miss it. Time to flirt.
By Leanne on 02.15.2012
flirt. beautiful word. the best of emotions. you are excited to get a text message form them , you feel butterflies in your stomach and chills down your spine. the thought of him makes you blush and the thought of him grabbing your waist and taking you hand can change your mood for the day
By . URL on 02.15.2012
I love to flirt and be flirted with innocently .. or not! it makes us smile, stop for a while and just be, enjoy, enriched, flirty and fun keeps one young, alive and happy to pass on the sunshsine, spread a little love, flirst a little more.. innocently .. or not!
By Caroline URL on 02.15.2012
one of the things my boyfriend misses most about being single is the flirting. not the scoring, the thrill of the chase. now we flirt together. and apart, a bit. mostly we chase, sometimes we score, but always we like each other even better…
By Miriam on 02.15.2012
After all these years of being single, I had this urge to find a partner. If only to silence the assanine inquirers, who relentless judge my single status as a sign of unhappiness.
By Ruben URL on 02.15.2012
Flirt. First lose iguanas really tight. Confession: I don’t flirt because I’m terrible when it comes to that. Well, maybe I attempt to flirt, but fail. And it’s embarrassing. Uninteresting.
By Kate312 URL on 02.15.2012
I flirted with the flaw for the past four years. I guess I never realized that I was broken until it hit me. Voices whispered in the depths of my mind, and I knew. I couldn’t avoid my hamartia. It seemed that I couldn’t help but push people away. They thought it was my favorite past time. I knew it would always break me away from the ones I loved most. It destroyed everything I built, always on time, always at the worst moments. I hated them, but I hated myself more.
By Marissa URL on 02.15.2012
People always mistake my niceness for flirting. I may not feel the same way the do. I am just a nice guy. Nice guys always finish last. #truestory
By Tariq on 02.15.2012
Batting eyes didn’t flinch. Each lash, long and thick. THe way her eyes followed me. The way she seemed to coo…My baby girl…so cute and such a sweet flirt! I am smitten!
By rani URL on 02.15.2012
They called me a big flirt. Told me I sent double whammies with my big blue-green eyes. I didn’t know what they were talking about, I said with a pouty smile, batting my eyes innocently.
By Sheila Good URL on 02.15.2012
So now she’s got it made. thanks to her fliting skills she got a trip to fiji with a millionaire. all she has to do is pretend to like him.
By marylee on 02.15.2012
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