I learn from the great Stephen Merchant. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JeBqvIzcU7c
Haven't tried it yet but I'm sure that tactic would work.
Haven't tried it yet but I'm sure that tactic would work.
What's your flirt tactic?
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I approach from behind with a chloroform dampened cloth and some rope... I'm socially awkward...
Just be honest. Walk up, make it clear I find her attractive, get her laughing and smiling, take her somewhere alone but not to far away(Preferably pretty), say something else that's deep/cool/warm/funny and coquettish, go in for first base, let thing progress. Change tactics depending on what kind of person she is. Repeat for infinite sex and Casanova achievement(U jelly?).
If she's interested, then she's interested, if not, then there's nothing I can say in one meeting that's gonna change her mind. If the interest isn't mutual, then I'd make friends with her and give it time.
If she's interested, then she's interested, if not, then there's nothing I can say in one meeting that's gonna change her mind. If the interest isn't mutual, then I'd make friends with her and give it time.
Go for the Naked man. Works 2/3rds of the time.
Ok, so not technically flirting, but its worth a shot. Oh, I guess you could, y'kno talk to her or something. Tell her her shoes look nice, but they in no way go with that *insert item of clothing here*
Also, guaranteed to work if youre female.
Ok, so not technically flirting, but its worth a shot. Oh, I guess you could, y'kno talk to her or something. Tell her her shoes look nice, but they in no way go with that *insert item of clothing here*
Also, guaranteed to work if youre female.
I don't because I can't, I'm terrible at it. Being socially awkward makes me a coward and makes everything completely awkward, so unless the men folk like that, it's not gonna happen with me.
The only thing I'd do is smile politely and go back to doing what I was doing earlier.
The only thing I'd do is smile politely and go back to doing what I was doing earlier.
Pure and simple conversations. Generally the attractiveness of a person is boiled down to both personality and looks. If I'm gonna flirt with someone I may as well check that they're not someone completely incompatible with me.
Me: "Read any good books lately?"
Hot Girl: "Just finished up the Twilight Saga!"
Me: *Leaves*
(Exaggerated of-course)
Me: "Read any good books lately?"
Hot Girl: "Just finished up the Twilight Saga!"
Me: *Leaves*
(Exaggerated of-course)
Im married now. So my tactic is cooking her breakfast, giving her a backrub, and asking if shes in the mood.
But when i was a bachelor, my tactic was to be funny, and be myself. What if you turn out to actually like her? Whats your plan if she thinks your someone your not?
Just be yourself from the start, play things msooth, and make sure you keep a smile on her face.
Also, Rockband. Plug it in, and even if your the most amazing player ever, act like you suck. So you both can be bad at something together and get a good laugh.
But when i was a bachelor, my tactic was to be funny, and be myself. What if you turn out to actually like her? Whats your plan if she thinks your someone your not?
Just be yourself from the start, play things msooth, and make sure you keep a smile on her face.
Also, Rockband. Plug it in, and even if your the most amazing player ever, act like you suck. So you both can be bad at something together and get a good laugh.
Flirting? Never done it, but I probably should. I'm not getting younger and the few opportunities have slipped away far too easily. I was always the awkward/shy/this-space-for-rent person who decided to be friends first and then ask. A strategy that appears very poor as that number dwindles.
True story: I was late for work and this nice-looking/not-particularly-hot/advertise-your-brand-here young lady was sitting to my right across the aisle on the train. This was the South Shore Line from Chicago to Hegewisch and Points East. I was in a funk because I was late, my car was in the shop, and whatever else was wrong with the world, but it didn't escape me that she had been looking over at me. I'll admit it: I take a perverted pleasure in the turmoil in people at moments like this. I don't have to do anything and she'll just get more and more agitated. But I also knew that I would/could never be on the train this late on this day of the week - so I was unlikely to ever see her again. Finally, as we were getting close to her stop:
She: "Excuse me, what time is it?"
Me: "Um.. about 10:30?" It just slipped out, and it was completely wrong. I don't even know why I said that. It would be 10:30 if I wasn't 2 hours late getting to work. Her earnest expression switched to shock.
She (blurting out): "You're crazy!"
I really did intend to follow up with witty banter, when she finally spoke. Yet when she said that, all I could do was remark to myself how perceptive she was to say that. And then she got up and left. And I missed out on another one. Pity. Oh, she probably was not Happiness wrapped up in a bow, but its my loss for not finding out for sure.
True story: I was late for work and this nice-looking/not-particularly-hot/advertise-your-brand-here young lady was sitting to my right across the aisle on the train. This was the South Shore Line from Chicago to Hegewisch and Points East. I was in a funk because I was late, my car was in the shop, and whatever else was wrong with the world, but it didn't escape me that she had been looking over at me. I'll admit it: I take a perverted pleasure in the turmoil in people at moments like this. I don't have to do anything and she'll just get more and more agitated. But I also knew that I would/could never be on the train this late on this day of the week - so I was unlikely to ever see her again. Finally, as we were getting close to her stop:
She: "Excuse me, what time is it?"
Me: "Um.. about 10:30?" It just slipped out, and it was completely wrong. I don't even know why I said that. It would be 10:30 if I wasn't 2 hours late getting to work. Her earnest expression switched to shock.
She (blurting out): "You're crazy!"
I really did intend to follow up with witty banter, when she finally spoke. Yet when she said that, all I could do was remark to myself how perceptive she was to say that. And then she got up and left. And I missed out on another one. Pity. Oh, she probably was not Happiness wrapped up in a bow, but its my loss for not finding out for sure.
