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C.'s so-called "Soviet Safeway"--where the lines are as long as they were in Communist Russia--and they made meaningful eye contact.Though he didn't have the wherewithal to approach her in person, he put up a Missed Connections ad on Craig's List, which she responded to ... Another friend--Maurice Amsterdam*--was in a small market on the Upper West Side the other day when a gamine woman asked him if she should spend the extra couple dollars for organic strawberries. As soon as he walked out, shy (and yet shockingly handsome) Maurice kicked himself for not engaging in what she had obviously hoped would be a flirtation. Do you remember how, a month or two ago, I flirted in line at Whole Foods with the groovy talking head I'd seen less than an hour before, holding forth on CNN? In fact, I'd even go so far as to say we're friends!
Though he was A LOT younger than I am, I decided to go out with him because he looked so hot in his pictures (kind of like an anime hero), and I could tell from what he wrote that he was exceptionally smart and quite funny to boot. MK: Is there a certain type of female who is especially appealing to a fireman? If you're willing to have fun, that's more important than looks, to tell you the truth. We're supposed to be tough guys, and to pretend the stuff we do doesn't scare us. F.: I feel like I should give your readers fair warning: If you date a fireman, he's not going to want to stay home with you, watching a movie.
Fancying someone implied you wanted to be with them: to date as well as to fuck. Brief encounters with him before had given me a taste for his thick cock, and the nervous, nerdy way he’d shy away from compliments about it.
He was a hot guy: classically beautiful in a way that would have placed him firmly in the ‘cool kids’ set if he’d been at my school, but with a delicious eagerness for sex, and a look in his eyes that said ‘me? Knocking breath out of him as I sat down good and hard on his twitching dick.
Most of us were tired, and any flirting – touching, whispering, nicking each other’s blankets or accidentally squashing feet together – was being done with a half-hearted laziness.
A formality, because at sleepovers touching and flirting was just what we happened to do.