The following parodies those romance and dating site "experts" who
probably spew all that helpful, mind-blowingly wondrous advice to single
women even as three or four of the "experts" themselves sit at home
alone watching late night TV with the 20 cats they each own for
companionship, because they can't make their own relationships work for
more than ninety minutes from when the appetizer first appears on the
table of a first date.
Flirt Club:
Unleash the Femme Fatale in You!
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Tired of sitting home alone every Friday night?
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Embarrassed every time you have to ask for a "table for one" when you go
out to eat?
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Do you hate cooking for one?
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Do you buy family-style meals, just so you won't get that knowing look of
sorrow from the check-out clerk?
Fret no more, ladies! Join Flirt Club
and you, too, can be a success! Friday nights and tables for two will no
longer be a sore spot for you! Throw out your granny panties, take off
that tattered housecoat and let's get started!
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First rule of Flirt Club is: We
don't talk...we flirt!
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It's a Solo Sport!
Fly Solo…Flirt
Solo!
If you’re out with your “gal pals,”
ignore them. The loner is much more likely to be approached. Think about
it, what if you were in a group of friends approached by some men and
you were the "the ugly one”? You wouldn’t want to feel left out,
so solo it is!
When you’re solo, you appear too
desperate to reject anyone…even that guy who looked more like
fungus-covered tree bark than a “man” by any stretch of the word. Play
desperate or by the end of the night, you might actually be so desperate
that you'll hump that fungus-covered tree bark you see in the woods off
the left side of the highway on your drive home.
Even if it’s just the fungus-covered
tree bark (the one that vaguely resembled a "man"...not the actual tree
bark) that hits on you, at least he had a “wood” of some sort!
Sugar…no Salt, no Spice
Be nice. Be gentle. Be approachable and
polite, even if the guy is a complete loser using some lame “What’s a
girl like you doing in a dump like this” line and you wouldn’t let him
date your worst enemy. Well, maybe you would…at least once...but that's
beside the point.
The hotties you're hunting for
won’t hit on you if you’re the ultimate bitch to that guy. (Now
is way too early to let those hotties know you really are
that much of a bitch. At least let a guy spend a few hundred dollars on
you before you let him have a peak at that side of you.)
Even if the guy you’re rejecting is a
jerk, be nice about the rejection. You never know how many hot guys are
friends of his. Maybe he could hook you up if he's not too hurt by the
sting of your rejection.
It’s Your Asset...
Use your ass and your assets. Get off
your barstool. Flaunt it. Parade it. Strut it. Shake it. Grind it. Show
it off. Dress it up. Bare a little.
Leave the prissy, prim stuff at home,
along with the flack jacket! Don't arrive looking like a virginal prom
princess in pink chiffon and lace, but also, don't show up looking like
Madonna in the 80's or Courtney Love at any time! Don't dress too shy,
too demure, too outspoken or too butch. God forbid you meet a
hottie who thinks you're a lesbian (and it turns out he's the rare
man not thinking about a threesome with you and your longtime
life partner).
You don't want to scare off a man by appearances...at least, not until
you've had the chance to see him naked!
It’s a Contact Sport!
Touch. Tap. Stroke. Smack. Slap.
To get a man’s attention, sometimes you
have to hit him over the head, literally. Men aren’t as quick-witted as
the average female when it comes to the subtle art of flirting. In other
words, instead of the lightly placed hand on his arm, your fingers
gently brushing some lint from his collar, etc……try smacking, slapping
or kickboxing him. You will have his full and immediate attention,
especially if that kickboxing has a few beads of perspiration falling
between your heaving bosom, which puts his focus just where he wants to
be.
This contact sport should be played
throughout the evening, wherein you have multiple opportunities to
touch, stroke, smack or slap…anything to make an impact. (That is,
unless he has a restraining order against you before the evening is
over.) The more you touch him and the harder that impact, the more
memorable you’ll be to him.
The Secret Whisperer (No
Ghosts or Horses Allowed)
A soft whisper is sexy (provided you
don't have garlic breath), especially if your breath tickles a man's ear
or ruffles his hair slightly. Tell
him you’d like to share a secret with him. Then, as he leans in for that
whisper, tell him how sexy you think your girlfriend “x” is, and that
you and she have thought about a threesome, even though you both prefer
men. Whisper that you've always wanted to experiment like that.
By this point, his tongue will be on the
floor, making this an even more perfect opportunity to “accidentally”
brush your tongue on his ear. (Okay that part is extra…this is the
Lick an Ear website after all! =p)
Flash that Gorgeous Smile!
Make a point to casually turn in his
direction and smile, sending those “I’m in heat” pheromones in just one
saucy, sexy glance here and there throughout the evening. It’s in your
eyes. It’s in your smile. It’s in the way you move, the way you breathe,
the way you blink. You know it.
You just need to make sure he does, too.
By the end of the night, he'll be seeing your smile and envisioning just
where he wants it --- and the rest of you --- to be! *wink*
Squeeze His Proverbial
“Charmin"! (AKA "check out the goods"…before you “buy” what he’s selling.)
Check him out…embarrass him with a slow
perusal and a sexy, approving grin. Make him feel the heat of your gaze
burning through him. Make him wonder if that look is all about heat, or
if he just forgot to zip up the last time he used the urinal.
Once he sees that grin is all in
smoldering passion, the stage is set!
Flirting gets you
on the route to sex. The better a flirt you are, the better the sex…or at
least the better your chances for it…or your chances at practice!
Good luck, ladies! Remember, rule #1. As a member of
Flirt Club, you don't talk....you flirt!
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Pocket Philosopher
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