I have, in the last few years years, become better at flirting.
I'm still hardly silver-tongued, but I can turn the odd cheeky phrase into giggles these days. I have also become more attuned to the subtle ways in which a lady will attempt to seduce a young, single chap such as myself.

Round these parts, the ladies are sophisticated. You have to have keen instincts and a well trained eye to spot when a young lady takes a shine to you in my neck of the woods. A fluttered eyelash, a tousling of hair, a giggle. All so easy to miss.

Take last year for example. All but the most experienced gentlemen would have missed what I believe could be the most subtle play for my attentions I have ever picked up on. Not me, however, master of the female mind and all it's intricacies as I am.

After an evening spent sipping only the most exquisite cheap lagers from my local pub, I decided to walk my cousin home before nipping home myself. We were followed by an enchanting young lady who appeared to have quaffed one too many sweet sherries. Perhaps it was the subtle way she kept banging into me. Perhaps it was the frequent, loud claims of not having had her hole in ages. Or perhaps it was when passing her house, her staring at me and saying "Aw well, I suppose I'm going home alone again then. My fanny must have cobwebs up it it's been that long since I got any." Yes, yes that was what gave the game away.

Not having my tickle stick on me, I decided to ensure my cousin got home safely and politely ignored the subtle yet tempting bait.

Nothing gets past me, you know.
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Sat 20 Feb 2010, 14:45, 1 reply)

it would have been a shit shag anyway...you did the right thing for a few reasons.
(bROKEN aRROW PUA HVI Master, Mon 22 Feb 2010, 17:30, closed)