Romans & histoires Flirt Quotes Funny

he said, still staring at me. Does this still work on girls? Yuck. “I wasn’t going to do anything about it, but then you flirt with me.” I did flirt with him. With my best sexy self, I smiled at him and tilted my head, “well, give me your number and I will call you when I get home.” He diverted his eyes and chortles. I don’t know what’s funny. I waited until he quiet down. though, I secretly don’t want him to. His laughter is arousing.

"I thought that was what you did with all the ladies. You know, flirting being akin to breathing for you." "I am a flirt. I don't deny that. But I don't make women dinner, or breakfast. I smile. We fuck. I leave." "Ooh, now that sounds fun. So once we fuck," she repeated crudely, "you'll leave." "No. I'm not going anywhere, baby. It's not the same with you." "And why would I believe that?"

“Because like I said, I saw the way you looked at her. She was also looking at you like you were a scrumptious snack.” I grabbed a box of fries and snatched one. “I don’t think so.” “I saw her.” “I insulted her,” I confessed. “What do you mean you insulted her? What the hell? You cannot be that bad at flirting.” I smirked. “Apparently, I am. I was talking shit about the party planner. I mentioned how much of a waste it was. I even insulted the decorations.” He shrugged. “So?” “She was the party planner.” He burst into laughter. “Damn, that’s bad.”

Saying good bye to Sunshine, I rushed towards her and muttered an apology. "Flirt in your free time," she grumbled. "I wasn't flirting with her," I said as I followed her footsteps. "I bet you weren't," she said. "I wasn't," I said. "She is just a friend." "Whatever," she said, and I rolled my eyes at her stupid assumptions. •••••••••••

"As soon as I catch my breath, you can take me out on the dance floor and swing me around. Maybe you can even get all gropey with me if you feel confident enough." He laughed, nodding at her in a shy, reserved manner. "I figured I could at least do your boyfriend a solid by hanging around you and keeping the other vultures away." She giggled. "To tell you the truth, Jack, I'm a little irritated with myself," she said playfully. "Oh?" he asked, looking down at her again. She nodded. "You see, I've got a different definition of the word 'flirt' than other people do. For me, flirting can involve kissing, touching, sucking... swallowing..."

She huffed in annoyance, "You're no fun. Anyway, you know who's coming back to town?" "Yeah, I know. That's why I'm asking, isn't it?" Her gaze narrowed at me. "Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, my dear Camiela." "That's not the full quote, my dear Shirley," I mocked. "Then what is?" My gaze fell to the floor as my elbow hit my purse, causing it to tumble onto the ground and send all my belongings pouring out. I groaned in annoyance and stood kneeling down to pick it up. "Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit—"

This is just a chat. Me: In case I forgot to say, you looked incredibly gorgeous tonight. Easy-peasy. This is flirting 101. Always compliment their appearance, and you will captivate them. My phone chimed. Anaya: Um... Thank you very much. You looked gorgeous, too. Did she just call me gorgeous? I chuckled as I shook my head. She is so awkward. Me: You’re terrible at this, aren’t you? Haha. Anaya: Hey, at least I am trying, and stop making fun of me.

I blushed like a school girl around her first crush”no my first time here”I hoarsely croaked “That color suits you angel” he openly flirted What u have ? You... oh my gosh I mean a..a martini I stuttered as he once again laughed. You know you can tell a lot about a person just by the choice of their drinks. how so?I asked with a new found interest

"Weird?" "Flirty," Lucy said, "That's not cool. You can't just, like, pick up my best friend, OK?" "I kind of feel like she was being flirty with me," I said. "Whatever," Lucy said, putting her cup down forcefully. "It's not OK so don't do it."

“So… you think I’m stunning?” “No,” she answered quickly. “You’re dangerous.” I laughed, low and slow, leaning back in my chair. “I guess in a way… yeah. I am.” Then, quieter, more deliberate: “But I hope in a good way.” She laughed again, that sound threading straight through me. “Mostly,” she said. “Definitely mostly.” There it was. The flirtation wasn’t loud or reckless. It didn’t need to be. It hovered between us, charged and unspoken, like a wire humming just beneath the surface.