August 08, 2004

The Flirting Academy
posted by forksclovetofu 20 years ago
  • Alriiiiight...my alma mater...
  • Aaaargh! And why is "Peta" the first text on the page? I do like the lions meeting graphic, though. Is this supposed to be a funny?
  • Ah, don't mind me: her name is Peta. Mock away...
  • Peta doesn't list any credentials that I could find, but I can see some hypnosis training in what she writes. I have a friend who is a hypnotist and occasionally helps people with self-confidence issues surrounding flirting and dating. It seems to work far better than I ever would have suspected. (but my expectations were nil, because before she hypnotized me, I had always thought hypnosis was bunk) That said, I don't think I'd let Peta work on my brain - the new-agey talk and no credentials bit would scare me off. Apparently, I'm not alone - her calendar page doesn't show anything until November.
  • Peta doesn't list any credentials that I could find, but I can see some hypnosis training in what she writes. I have a friend who is a hypnotist and occasionally helps people with self-confidence issues surrounding flirting and dating. It seems to work far better than I ever would have suspected. (but my expectations were nil, because before she hypnotized me, I had always thought hypnosis was bunk) That said, I don't think I'd let Peta work on my brain - the new-agey talk and no credentials bit would scare me off. Apparently, I'm not alone - her calendar page doesn't show anything until November.
  • How the heck did that happen? And two hours later?
  • Folks are dumb where I come from, They ain't had any learning. Still they're happy as can be Doin' what comes naturally. ... You don't have to know how to read or write When you're out with a feller in the pale moonlight.... --from Annie Get Your Gun
  • Shouldn't the Flirt Coach have an attractive website?
  • Excellent point. By the way, have you had your hair done recently? You look fantastic.
  • Aaaaah!!! My eyes!! Too much color!
  • I wish quidnunc was in the Flirting Academy. He's damn hot today.
  • Regan hated ironing. When she learned to harness her sexual energy she discovered how to turn ironing into a very pleasurable task! Now Regan gets into her long black boots and not much else and irons on and on and on..
  • Ah, flirting! You and I met at a dance given by the baroness, two towns over. I was so thrilled that I was asked to attend. My family went to great lenghts to outfit me properly, and I almost thought I looked beautiful When the baroness's daughter introduced us, I felt a frisson of attraction, and saw a spark in your eyes that said you felt the same. We danced for a while, then decided it was too warm in the ballroom. So, we went out on the terrace and walked together, talking of poetry and the music of Chopin. I revealed my wit in reposts to your wit, and we laughed. It was so perfect. We danced a bit, slowly, and at arms length, but looking into each others' eyes, I broke off the dance and fanned my face, casting my eyes down, looking aside, fluttering my lashes in fear that I gave too much away. Yes, it was perfect, but it was also frightening. You came to my home a couple of days later to introduce yourself to my family. You and I sat in the parlor and talked for hours, finding that we were in agreement on most important things. You took my hand, and I felt I would swoon. Now, that's flirting!
  • We've seen the Flirting Academy. We've seen the Dating Coach. Next: the Fucking Career Counselor, I suppose.
  • the Fucking Career Counselor, I suppose. Like goatse, but multiple-choice.
  • does it come with free self-defence classes for when your object of flirtation turns out to be an obsessive who just can't understand why you don't find their habit of bottling their stools for examination attractive?
  • CARL:I saw you looking at me from across the room...I really like your shoes..try laughter, laughter is a good....screw this, this is lame. Hey Bitch! I saw you checking out my goods. You wanna sample them? A little try before you buy huh? SHAKE: Come here bitch please. CARL: How did you fricking get in here? SHAKE: Powers. I have 'em.