Quotes About Flirtation

I pulled back and stared up into his eyes. "You're gettin' very deep on me."Alec's hands gripped my behind. "I'll be getting very deep in you if you keep looking at me like that

I've been in more laps than a napkin.

I'd luv to kiss ya, but I just washed my hair.

All a writer has to do to get a woman is to say he's a writer. It's an aphrodisiac.

A woman will flirt with anybody in the world as long as other people are looking on.

Glamour is what makes a man ask for your telephone number. But it also is what makes a woman ask for the name of your dressmaker.

They say love conquers all, then why couldn't my love for you conquer your arrogant self, you flirt with every girl you meet even though your supposed to be with me, I tell you I love you and you say I know, well I think it's time I gave up, I guess your not the one for me, I'll be moving on now and I'll give my love to someone who deserves it.

It's okay for a good girl to be a little bad from time to time...Keep us boys on our toes.

God made mud, God made dirt, God made boys so girls could flirt.

I know many married men, I even know a few happily married men, but I don't know one who wouldn't fall down the first open coal hole running after the first pretty girl who gave him a wink.

Men are embarrassingly easy to seduce.

Le comble de la séduction, c'est de lui donner l'illusion que tu n'es pas en train d'essayer de la séduire.

En bon Italien, Guccio pensa que la chose serait plaisante de séduire à la fois et la fille et la mère.

Flirtation: attention without intention.

fawn face , the expression a deer makes not when it's caught in headlights but when it catches a human looking at it in wonder. The deer looks back, acknowledging not only its own terror but its own grace, and it shows off for a moment in front of the human. It flirts.

Do you think he would?" "I think he'd give his left nut to get in your pants." "Very nice," I told him. "So elegantly put." Dan laughed and leaned forward to nuzzle my neck again. "Yes, Elle, I think Jack would love to fuck you.

The head nerd of the Cadets is my partner and when it's over he asks me for my number. I'm very flattered and he looks a bit crestfallen when I say no. "It's because they don't have coverage out here," Griggs tells him. "No," I say, looking up at Griggs. "It's actually because my heart belongs to someone else." And if I could bottle the look on his face, I'd keep it by my bedside for the rest of my life.

He's Post-it-noted the window," Tom says, peering to see what it reads. "It says 'Call me' and his mobile number. I might just do that," he muses. "He's kind of cute.

You look beautiful in this dress." "And yet you're trying to take it off." "You know that look that Jessica gets when she unwraps one of her truffles?" he asked. "Like she fell into a pool of chocolate with Keanu Reeves and Hugh Jackman swimming toward her?" He looked at me, his lips quirking. "Have that fantasy often?" Heh. Who, me? "Nope. Why would I, when I have you?" "Nice recovery.

I fell in love with you because there was a mischief in your eyes.

Women flirt to keep their stock high, men to get somewhere.

He casts a sheep's eye at the wench.

I was performing my ritual of sipping tea, shooting flirtatious glances and planning murder

Frenchmen have an unlimited capacity for gallantry and indulge it on every occasion.