Die hohe Kunst des Flirtens will wohl studiert sein.
Wer sie nicht beherrscht, den erwartet eine Fülle an Fettnäpfchen, Faux-pas und Fiaskos.
Lights low, supper simmering (and smelling simply sensational), I'm painted and perfumed, scented and seductive, all ready to rout my rival. I've had it up to here, lay it on the line: "Listen loverboy, last chance to choose: 'golly' or girlfriend, what'll it be?
They forget us females, flirt like fury and I'm subtly sidelined, a grinning gooseberry giggling girlishly (teeth grimly gritted) at the dynamic duo's dashing double act.Sure we'd eventually make it to church and down the aisle, but there would be no kiss the bride, first dance or even carrying me over the threshold.