Flirting is when you force a bunch of sexual innuendo into an asexual conversation until it gets so awkward that she offers a sympathy laugh.
Flirting is when she’s like “Do you want the receipt?” And I’m all, “Nahhhhh…you keep that.”
Flirting is when you hold eye contact to the point where she has to ask you what the hell you’re looking at. And then you’re like, “Pffff…you tell me.”
Flirting is a pre-mating ritual where your imaginary sex life is sacrificed at the alter. It’s harmless. Like snuggling under a lead blanket during the x-ray of your loveless marriage.
The more I investigate the mysterious art of flirting the more I realize that it’s all about admitting nothing while suggesting everything.
Let’s get out of here."
Sometimes Thought Catalog is stupid. And sometimes it isn’t. (This is one of those “isn’t” times, in case you were wondering.)
peternyc asked: holy shit re: bod. I'm the same. I'm back on the grind now so I can get ripped again for summer. Even got a coach to help me with my nutrition. Are you doing any particular program? I recommend checking out "If it fits your macros" Changed my whole life (I used to be a strict "clean" eater and it's caused me nothing but torture).
Dang. You’re like, actually taking a correct approach to things. :)
Back in the day (when I looked like that) I was working out with my ex and our regimen was to run to the gym and then to work out complimentary muscle groups to exhaustion. No formal training, nothing crazy, we just kind of pulled exercises that isolated muscle groups from “The New Encyclopedia of Modern Bodybuilding" - and then proceeded to beat the crap out of said muscle groups.
We were also cooking a ton, so it was primarily lean proteins and vegetables, but we weren’t strict about it, and we drank a TON. But we were also working out for ~2 hours a day, so things sort of evened out.
Good luck to you, dear. Get your shit right. :)