We work with a tongue

2024 Author: James Gerald | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 14:00

Initiative is a feminine word, and therefore everything is in your hands, beauty, you cannot omit them in any way. From time immemorial it has become customary that a woman, as an active creature, is always a neck, and a man is only a head, which must be able to turn out. The means of gymnastics of the upper spine, as in ancient times, are simple and do not require special skill.

The arts of seduction, flirting and coquetry have already developed in the patriarchal era. At this stage, they are only being corrected and adjusted to the modern rhythm of life. What and how to do to get an object of attraction is perhaps a topic for a separate conversation, we are talking about flirting, and I'm going to once again advise you my own proven way of flirting.

I, like any dreamy person, have always been attracted by transparent tones in a relationship, when there is room for imagination, there is a possibility of wild imagination, there is a fine line between"

a) I like it (you have long dreamed of getting to know your body better), b) stranger (you are a desperate nature and prone to adventurous enterprises).

What is needed for this? In the beginning, it would be good to know that your call will be answered (in addition to the phone number itself … if it is not by chance that your passport number revived in memory). Make yourself comfortable (preferably on something soft). Have a couple of hours in stock to feel comfortable and not fidget, looking at the time, waiting for a plumber. It is better to start a conversation not on an empty stomach and not in a state of "overload". A supply of positive energy is a mandatory component, never tune in to a negative result, because both the quality and the amount of dialogue depend on your fluids. You assume mysteries, let go of complexes and problems with the world, breathe in - breathe out. These are, perhaps, all the simple rules. It is clear that the first minutes are the most decisive, they will either help you or fail the whole operation to fool the client at the other end of the line.

What needs to be said to intrigue and hook? To begin with, do not giggle silly into the phone or call Vasya from the next apartment to the phone. In general, try insinuatingly, from the heart, sincerely and humanly to start a conversation. Phrases like: "to dispel the melancholy and sadness and are not going to transfer the acquaintance to a firmer ground, then, of course, you can" lie with three boxes - let him be surprised "how you found him, and even blabbed so much time. plans to smuggle an object in the real world with all the consequences arising from a cup of coffee, then try not to say anything, which then will go against the truth.

Telephone flirting is attractive because in addition to the excited imagination and appetite, there is no false embarrassment and there is no “meet by dress” when meeting. How you coped with your main task will be evidenced by his attitude to the continuation of your acquaintance. If he himself invites you, or at least asks you to call back tomorrow, then you can praise yourself and spend the rest of your free time preparing for the meeting. If the desire to see you has to pull out of it with ticks, it means that you either got a scumbag, or your tongue is not yet full, but this is a matter of training, not natural data. As usual, I cite as an example my own experience and experience gained in the company, dispelling the blues of girlfriends.

Just on our last "sabbath" we played my old acquaintance, who was distinguished by his love and immediately fell for the beauty Nina, which simply drowned him in a stream of eloquence, sighs and soft velvet of her vocals. Within half an hour, he begged for a date, of course, she did not immediately agree and, of course, did not come.

And the next day I heard quite by accident on the Russian radio "hello" from Victor for a young lady who was supposed to be walking yesterday in a blue swinger in the center of the hall on Okhotny Ryad. The song for the girl in blue sounded appropriate: "Where are you, where?".

After an overly nimble and decisive, and, therefore, an easy-to-reach comrade, I (as the most experienced telephone terrorist) was entrusted with a young artist Slava, whom her friend could not seduce for many months. She pulled the phone to me, saying that he loves OZZI, rereads Wilde, adores Levitan, which means that we will find a common language without much difficulty.

It should be noted that the time for the conversation fell at 2 o'clock in the morning (which Slavka told me, by the way), but this did not stop my rapidly playing out fantasy. I immediately said that they recommended him as the best portrait painter (this is after the information about Levitan) and in general, I want to be his model. I, of course, embellished my capabilities, brazenly declaring that I have a diploma from some model school, and that all I do is dress and undress under the flashes of photo lenses. Then she smoothly transferred the topic of conversation towards culture and art, revealed that we, it turns out, have common tastes both in music and in painting and, what is especially surprising, in literature !!! Somewhere around five in the morning, the young man began to chatter nervously, admitting that he was standing in the corridor in some swimming trunks. I, of course, felt sorry for my victim, even, I remember, invited him to run into the kitchen for a stool to sit down. The dialogue lasted until seven, after which we agreed on a meeting, which I did not deign to attend. Until now, I imagine a non-accidental night under the never-ending (on repeat) "Old Los Angeles at night".

Somehow I was lucky to dial the wrong number and demand an advertising agent Misha in the office of the director of some cool Russian company. Mr. General (by the way, turned out to be my namesake) was looking for Mishka for a very long time in his office (apparently, the office is not small … but after all, I ordered to get this person out of the ground in a commanding voice!), and when I reported where, I almost fell into the ground myself. We chatted for a while, after which he said that he was bored in a high chair and invited me to dinner. He drove up in a big car with a huge bouquet and took him to an expensive restaurant. After a portion of pineapple ice cream (this, it turns out, is when pineapple is stuffed with ice cream), I promised not to disappear in the web of telephone communications.

But I will always find where to hang out, and now I am gaining experience in mastering the virtual space. And that's another story … and not one.