Has anyone flirted in real life(not on apps) lately?

rubbing his cock isn’t flirting it’s full bore

OP’s flirting is after midnight in a nightclub

“Damn bro, you lookin hella fine,” is a great pickup line

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I think it still happens in places like housewares stores, possibly in parks?

In 2007, I was perusing the CDs at a now defunct Circuit City in Queens, and some ugly Hispanic dude was checking me out. I moved away as quickly as I could because he was so homely.

Since then? No, nothing.

All the time.

Women more than men. But men sometimes. No rubbing genitals are any of that. Usually if I go into a cafe or shop - they grin and smile a lot and REALLY laugh at my jokes even when they're not funny.

I love flirting with macho Latin men. They are most responsive

I flirted with the Gas Company guy who came to the house to replace the meter outside. I'm 59. He was around 50. He was a nice-looking guy with what could be described as a Dad Bod. Went out and asked him if he wanted a cup of coffee. He declined, explaining he had coffee in his truck. We started chatting. I smiled. Told him that next time we ought to have coffee together. It went nowhere, but it was fun.

I regularly flirt with three guys who work at my gym. One is the maintenance guy, middled-aged, married with kids, and by no means great looking. There's just something about him. We talk about nothing really. I just tell him it would be nice to get together sometime.

The other two are identical twin brothers, early thirties, tall with longish hair and beards...no great shakes. There's a surfer dude, let's smoke a joint vibe about them. They manage the place on the weekends and take care of the pools. We talk about swimming. They know I'm gay. I really love flirting with them, complimenting one or the other on whatever. Boy, I'd really love to get kinky with them -- teach them how much fun bondage can be!

There's a straight guy at the gym who flirts with me. He's mid-thirties, good looking, intelligent, and just plain sweet. He just started talking to me one day in the Locker Room. We change ear each other and both swim. He's a new Dad. Maybe, he just charming, but it seems like flirting to me. Beautiful smile, and a nice body with a good butt and well-proportioned cock. Full disclosure -- Over on the Pietro Boselli thread, i looked at the pix (Hot!!), but I posted that it was wrong to film him in a private setting without his consent. It is. It's harassment, With the fellow flirting with me, when he's naked, I've seen what he looks like and I've stolen glances. I think that's different.

Flirting makes me feel alive.

Yuck^

Hehe

R9- BEING flirted with make me feel alive.

What do you guys do when you pass someone on the sidewalk and they look at you with “the look”?

[quote] What do you guys do when you pass someone on the sidewalk and they look at you with “the look”?

Grab him, pull him into the nearest alley, have a good snog, drop to my knees, fumble with his zipper, get it down, pull his engorged, 9 inch cock out, grab his arse cheeks and pull him closer to me, give him a blow job, and swallow all of his jizz when he comes. I stand up, he zips up, and we go our separate ways.

Why do you ask, R13? What do you do?

I've never had anyone flirt with me. I wish I knew how it felt. I don't even know I would know what it was if it did happen.

Yes, I flirted with someone at Bloomingdales. He was so hot. Looked at me three times while browsing the men’s underwear section.

My record was pulling three guys off the dance floor of a mixed club inside of five minutes and having a full on orgy back at their place and one was straight. My friends never let me live that one down!

Oh R17, the question was had you flirted, not had you whored out your tired old ass again. 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

A couple times on planes in the last 6 months when I was headed to other cities for business. The first guy was not my type. I didn't realize it was flirting at first. I thought he was just friendly. I'm usually not very chatty on planes, but he seemed nice enough. It was about a 1 1/2 hour flight. He chatted the whole time. When we were getting close to landing, he asked if I was staying in the city. I said yes and he asked if I'd like to go to dinner and maybe we could "hang out" after dinner. My mouth dropped. I politely declined.

The second guy was nice looking. He was also chatty and friendly. I saw him staring at me before we boarded and lo and behold, we were seated next to each other. This one I knew was flirting. He was a little brazen about it. He straight up asked me out since we discussed we were both staying in a similar part of the city we were headed to. I told him I was partnered and don't play on the side, so I was sorry but couldn't. He tried to convince me to at least go to dinner, but I didn't want to play with fire. If I had been single though . . .

R15-😥

My buddy whom I’m suddenly starting to fall for keeps telling me stuff like “those guys in the restaurant were really checking you out”. “Did you see that dude checking you out at the coffee shop”? I’m like no, I really didn’t.

[quote] What do you guys do when you pass someone on the sidewalk and they look at you with “the look”?

I smile and sing to myself that line from Hello Dolly: “And you still get glances from us handsome men…”

I never realize it's happening until it's too late. Am clueless. Last time was pre-COVID at the Diamomd Heights Safeway in San Francisco, which can have a sizeable Bear population.

In the peanut butter section, I was comparing brands, not sure what I wanted to get for my vegan nephew, who would be visiting. This handsome, bearded guy my age with a soothing voice starts talking to me about how creamy and delicious the cashew nut butter is. I'm like, "Wow, this is expensive, it must be good". And he says something about knowing his nut butters. I'm in a rush to get home and not sure this is what I think it might be. I notice he has no ring on. I grab a jar of the organic cashew nut butter and say "thanks" and head to checkout with a hardon.

Am still not sure if he was flirting, but was too stunned and nervous to explore further.

Nearly 4 years ago I was at a gay hotel in PV Mexico for Beef Dip (it was a bucket list thing). A man I may have met a few times in passing (he says we did) was now sticking his legs out, blocking me in the walkway from bringing my breakfast tray up to my room (he weakly denies this) because there were no empty tables left. "Good Morning, would you care to join me?" he said. I got the balls, or maybe I was just being my bitchy self, and said, "Oh, I thought you'd never ask!". By the third Bloody Mary he thought we were engaged. What a joke. We live 2,600 miles apart. I kept singing the theme to "The Love Boat" and posting about it on Facebook. Despite the pandemic, we've taken over a dozen trips to visit each other and will finally retire together next year. Joke's on me.

A hot DILF asked me hat kind of watch I was wearing yesterday on line at Starbucks. His biceps were bulging out of his polo shirt and he looked like he wanted to fuck me right then and there. I’m on the lookout for him the next time I go in there.

I’m so ugly no one ever flirts with me. I wouldn’t know it if it hit me in the face. A bunch of braggarts here.

Yes

I'm an old boring married fart. But I did have a nice moment recently where I was walking past a restaurant here with crowded outdoor seating.

A very handsome older gentleman looked at me, did the up and down look, and smiled. I blushed (who knew an old slut like me still had the capacity to blush). No instasex or nifty dot org realness, sorry. But it did make my afternoon.

20ish years ago I did have a quickie with a really cute guy who cruised me in the greeting card aisle of a pharmacy. He wanted to go to his car, but I lived half a block away and so off we went. Fun, if way too quick (he didn't last very long and left me hanging and hard).

I'm not bad looking but I know I have a poker face in any circumstances. People don't flirt with me. People don't even talk to me.

r27, me too. Rarely happens anymore, but when it does, makes my day, and I'm just not quick in the head enough these days to respond. Actually, never was! My shy, blushing inner-teen is still alive.

Yes. But when I googled him, I found out he'd been to jail for c h i l d p o r n. No thank you!