flirting.
it boosts your ego. it brings my existence as a female form to new heights.
as i mature, the mechanics of flirting becomes even clearer – the rule of thumb being subtlety.
the occasional brush of hands is never accidental. sometimes i move away, ever so slightly, only to carelessly repeat the action.
the way his head is angled towards yours – a tilt which seems to say “i am taking in whiffs of your scent and i fucking love it”
then the silence which ensues – a delicious mystery, one that’s punctuated with hesitant deep breaths.
we both know – but acknowledgment will never be taken into consideration.
chastity is a virtue afterall =)
5 Comments
June 2, 2008 at 3:54 pm
i m so 100% sure you r not talking about James here
June 2, 2008 at 4:25 pm
urgh hell no
June 2, 2008 at 4:41 pm
she toking about the bangla she bummed into in the mrt?
June 3, 2008 at 1:56 pm
Go get ‘em. =)
We men can be such suckers (myself included)
June 4, 2008 at 11:59 am
Last time I went to a night club, I was so drunk, probably dancing as insanely as britney spears, that I assumed an unknown nazi-looking woman (too blond, too tall, blue eyes, dyke ways, steady voice etc) who made me questions about sexuality was just doing a favour for some fag friend. Sweet world.