Normally I would never suggest that you flirt with a strange man on the internet… and I am one of the strangest men on the internet… but because I am happily married and have two daughters and I am also a really nice guy who would never take something like this seriously, and besides I have no idea where you live but I bet it is pretty far away from me so you should be perfectly safe.
So come on ladies… and hey, if you guys want to try this, I have no problem with that at all…
Get your flirt on!!!
No… you know the way this works by now…
Do not get all flirty here…
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To get you in the mood, I will now put up a picture of me when I was younger… If you look at this picture closely, you can see my nipple… because I invented the wardrobe malfunction… I also invented that pose with the hand in the hair, but do I get credit for that? NO, I do not.
I think I was 22 in that picture. I worked in the art department at the Tower Records store in Berkeley California. This is right before I met my wife. Me and the guys in the art department were having a contest to see who could… uh… romance the most women in one month.
I won.
And I didn’t have to resort to getting anybody drunk, either.
Although… and I am not proud of this… I might have played the same original love song on my guitar and sang to each of them while sort of leaving them with the impression that I wrote that song just for them… all 13 of them…
Hey, does it sound like I had time to write 13 brand new love songs?
A guy has to sleep some time.










I want to be last
I get to be last
I guess this contest means I can’t comment on that other post. I’ll wait until there’s something other than flirting going on.
awwwwwwwwwwwww…. that hurts
Hi handsome. I’m straight as the day is long but your overwhelming good looks have forced me to rethink my preferences. I’ll be in touch.
See, now that was very charming and not all flashy and made me blush and smile… are you taking notes, ladies?