Oh dear...
Apparently I flirt all the time, I don't know what I do that is classed as flirting, but my wife delights in telling me when I've been flriting. It'll usually be with females whom I have no interest in; her mother, my aunts, old ladies in shops, ladies on tills, nurses, etc. Occassionally, this is funny, some times it's mildly embarrassing, and some times completely cringe inducing.

So, a couple of years ago, my brother and a colleague came down to London for a course. As I was working in London at the time, I arranged to meet up for a beer and a bite to eat. After a couple of beers, we wandered over to Soho to find a little Spanish restaurant, Café Espana, which research suggested was a great place for tapas. So, we wander down Old Compton Street and find there's a queue to get in. Looks promising, especially as most of the queue seemed to consist of Spaniards. Two young chaps directly in front of our party were not Spanish. Apropos of nothing, I commented on the queue, the length and make up and how it suggested that we'd made the right choice and that reviews may have been right in suggesting that it was a good place to eat. One of the chaps replied, in a lovely soft Endinburgh accent and we chatted for a few minutes. What about, I have no idea, just that here was a nice lad and I was happily chatting with him. Until the other chap pipes up "Oh, it's OK, don't worry, I'm just his friend, not boyfriend or anything". Yes, I had been chatting up this lad and his friend kindly let me know that the way was clear for me to make a move, if I wished. Fortunately they were ushered in to the restaurant before the ground could open up and swallow me. Still, the embarassment didn't end there. When we went in to the restaurant, after having been seated, I wandered downstairs to the loos, whilst washing my hands, my brother's colleague came in, so I said that I couldn't believe that I was flriting with a gay chap, and, although I was quite flattered that he had been flriting back (hey we all like to be liked), I couldn't believe that neither he or my brother had stopped me, just as the young chap wandered out of the cubicle and smiled sweetly and told me not to worry as I wasn't really his type.
(lardyboy Next stop, Fissplap Central, Thu 18 Feb 2010, 14:08, Reply)