I'm married...
... so I flirt with wild abandon - it's the only thrill I get these days. I do it everywhere and Mrs D just thinks I'm odd and that it's harmless fun. I'm not and it is.

I'm at my flirting best on the telephone. I have the perfect face... er, I mean voice for radio. You have to make best use of what you've got, so I take full advantage of my seductive tones and thoroughly enjoy chatting up the ladies.

Occasionally, I've taken it a little far and got myself into trouble with Mrs D.

Unfortunately, I've become addicted and often don't seem to know when I'm doing it. It has now reached the point where Mrs D's outrageously camp gay friend spends longer on the phone to me than he does to her and when he does get to speak to her he asks for rather intimate details about me.

On better days, female callers to my office phone have told me that they found my voice "incredibly sexy", which is always nice.

Of course, this isn't a patch on my pal Alan, whose favourite chat-up line with the ladies is: "Will you have sex with me", whilst simultaneously groping their breasts. Surprisingly, he takes them home more often than he gets slapped in the face. I like to think that maybe they slap him in the face when they get to his house. But I'm just bitter.
(KingboyD, Tue 23 Feb 2010, 18:16, 2 replies)

Flirting with teh Gays!!
Definitely 100% gayer
( The Scrunt Wants a Dozen Pints, Tue 23 Feb 2010, 20:34, closed)

Sounds like someone's parents didn't show him enough attention
And now your poor wife has to suffer the indignity of your patehtic emotional state.

What will be funny is when you find out what she gets up to behind YOUR back.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 24 Feb 2010, 8:24, closed)