I’m been hitting on a female acquaintance by alternatively spouting non sequiturs and insults. So far, the results are inconclusive.
On the other hand, I have been accused of flirting when I’ve only been talking/joking with women I’m not interested in having a relationship with. 
WOW! Discirbes me to a “T”.
If I’m ever in Austin, I might have to look ya up… 
There, that’s how I flirt…
1. Stare at the ground.
2. Mumble.
3. Slink away.
That’s just me, though. I wouldn’t reccomend this daring approach to novices.
I like to dicourse at length about my various neuroses and phobias. And, in the spring, my sinuses.
Cyros beat me to it…
OH! :eek: …forget a paycheck…
…if you pull up next to a cutie at a stoplight, crack your throttle with a quick flick of the wrist. Adjust your helmet. Offer her a mustache ride.**
[sub]**this doesn’t generally work on crotch rockets because when you ride a crotch rocket you look like you’re humping your bike, and that’s just… eww.[/sub]
oh, is that right? well uh, hope ya like bite marks…and the occasional goat sacrifice
[turnabout : you love it]
I stare at a woman until she looks my way, at which point I reflexively, without conscious control, look away. This repeats a few times, and I eventually realize that I haven’t been smiling, so I attempt to effect some sort of hideous grimace for the next few iterations. I’m pretty sure in some circles I’m known as “that creepy silent guy.”
Occasionally I convince myself that I’m a red hot pillar of manliness and walk over to ask if I can sit next to her. Invariably, the answer is yes; doubtless she’s concerned that I might exhibit further psychotic behavior if denied, but very soon she remembers pressing business somewhere far away.
If I actually manage to say something intelligible on the first try, the remainder of the conversation consists of me trying to think of something, anything, to say, and failing. I seem to be fairly successful with women who talk a lot; perhaps they think my tortured silence is me being a good listener.
A friend of mine recommended sticking one’s platinum card to one’s forehead. I’ve never tried it, but I can’t imagine it’d be much worse than my current technique.
I am kinda geeky. And this is how I pick up geek-boys.
‘Waiiit… you read Transmet too?’
Otherwise it’s the time-honoured techniques of glaring at them while they hit on my friends, and dropping my drink on them. Neither is a winner.
I want to try this 
I don’t recommend it, but maybe if you can find a psychology student something might happen :). Probably something bad, but something…
I live in a constant state of flirt (I’m guessing it has to do with my not-so-much-great luck with guys and continually watching my friends getting hit on in front of me like I don’t exisit) I totally agree with the acting like a 3rd grader thing - as long as the other party realizes your just messing with them. However, seeing as most of my friends act like 3rd graders on a regular basis…
My flirting techniques deal with a lot of little touches and smart-alecky remarks. I just have fun and try to be myself. Flirting started working a lot better for me when I stopped trying to be something I wasn’t. Most people can tell when you’re being fake.
Nice. I’ve always found women who flirt stupidly alot more hot than competent flirters. At least the stupid ones were willing to make themselves look bad to get my attention.