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logansrogueDespite the conventional "wisdom" otherwise. Yesterday I was running to my Dad's car, as a truck was behind him on the road, waiting to get by. A dark-haired, tan young man in the front seat grinned, waved at me and said, "Hello!" like he knew me.
I stopped, leant forward, angled my glasses and peered at him, wondering if he was a friend of mine.
"You don't know me," he said, laughing.
"Oh, I thought you were a friend of mine," I laughed.
"I dunno, play your cards right..." And he grins.
It's that blustery, confident Australian sort of come-on line that wouldn't work if you were from somewhere else, and I just laughed and blushed and hopped into my car, and waved at him as I left. I doubt he was my type, probably a bit young for me, but I was absolutely delighted because I didn't think I got that sort of attention anymore!
And I wasn't wearing ANY make-up, a drab grey jumper and some old jeans. Hair tied back in a pony, geeky glasses on. And I got a come-on line!
I still got it, yo. And I didn't even feel objectified! He said hello to me, like a real fuckin' person!
And that is how you do it, fellas.
I stopped, leant forward, angled my glasses and peered at him, wondering if he was a friend of mine.
"You don't know me," he said, laughing.
"Oh, I thought you were a friend of mine," I laughed.
"I dunno, play your cards right..." And he grins.
It's that blustery, confident Australian sort of come-on line that wouldn't work if you were from somewhere else, and I just laughed and blushed and hopped into my car, and waved at him as I left. I doubt he was my type, probably a bit young for me, but I was absolutely delighted because I didn't think I got that sort of attention anymore!
And I wasn't wearing ANY make-up, a drab grey jumper and some old jeans. Hair tied back in a pony, geeky glasses on. And I got a come-on line!
I still got it, yo. And I didn't even feel objectified! He said hello to me, like a real fuckin' person!
And that is how you do it, fellas.
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Date: 2010-06-25 10:51 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-06-25 12:12 pm (UTC)How Not to Do It
Date: 2010-06-25 04:12 pm (UTC)UNSUSPECTING OBJECT OF DESIRE: "...Guh." (U.O.D. hurriedly walks away, sparing only one or two nervous, wide-eyed backward glances to make sure Mr. 90% isn't trying to extend the encounter.)
Re: How Not to Do It
Date: 2010-06-25 08:18 pm (UTC)I think that's how most redneck guys 'flirt.' *wink*
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Date: 2010-06-25 01:18 pm (UTC)Well done, that man!
^_^
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Date: 2010-06-26 02:24 am (UTC)^_^
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Date: 2010-06-25 08:54 pm (UTC)He has one of those faces you just want to thump.
Feel free to friend, shall return the favour. I talk about Feminism and Doctor Who a lot. And cats.
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