Oh, well that makes perfect sense then, since flirting is so much easier (and enjoyable!) when lubricated by alcohol 
I’ll take what I can get! 
You have nice eyes, and I like your freckles too. And I don’t mean that in a flirty way at all.
Oooh, that sounds pleasant, but right now it’s hot enough over here that I dunno about the oils. I’m totally up for some Sudoku, though.
[sub]Wait… is that code for sex?[/sub]
Well, hey, if that’s your criterion, I fit!
[sub]Yay booze![/sub]
Bonus flirt points for using “criterion” instead of “criteria!”
Sorry, iampunha, but I’m getting a “remote linking prohibited” message.
It was very much the goal, and trust me when I say that it was needed. I use that photo precisely because you can’t tell.
But thanks a lot for the “damn cute”. And thanks to malkavia too.
Right-click on the link, copy it, then left-click on the link, paste the address into the browser, hit return.
Aww, what a cute little boy.
(And a clever technique!)
Speaking of which, I just found your myspace profile, and I think my favorite pic is the last one on the pics page – holy crap, you’re adorable! And you didn’t even post that one here for us… Hmph!
I hope you don’t mind if I just… whimper for a while… over the fact that I’m not the guy in the second pic you posted…
I used to be this guy, but I’ve learned that I’m forced to settle with being this guy, with an occasional excursion toward being this guy.
It’s a traditional Plains-style cloth dress… my drum group was in the Grand Entry and we did a few drum songs and danced as well. The dress is wool, so you can imagine how hot it was, but I wasn’t nearly as hot as the women wearing 2 layers of buckskin!
So, adorable runs in the family?
Unless you actually log out of Yahoo, it “sees” who you are when you return to the server and displays your own stuff.
I think.
Thank you.
Not too bad yourself, if I may be so bold.
Along with Mrs.gnu, that makes two people who’ve told me I’m in any way attractive. (Not counting my mother, of course)
To everyone else: In retrospect, my post sounds kinda rude, so I apologize to anyone who was offended. Everything was going to hell in a handbasket (still is) and I wanted a pick-me-up.
:: pause ::
:: remembers to breathe again ::
I don’t usually post much comment in these threads since attaining a certain age–it would be unseemly to flirt with people much younger than me–but I’m going to break that rule for you.
How you doin’? 
(And since I’ve already broken the rule, I’ll add a Hi! for all the other bodacious Dopers. )
:: looks at wolfstu’s first picture ::
What are you doing in front of the Ministry of Defence?
:: looks at wolfstu’s second picture ::
Ah. Okay. Makes sense now.
Aww. Thanks
Sigh, that’s always the way, isn’t it. 
This is because everyone is stunned into envious speechlessness. (I, fortunately, have a big mouth. ) There is simply no other explanation.
- resists urge to blow kisses at a married man *
Darth Waverly and his light and dark apprentices.
The university wouldn’t let me keep the gown long enough to go take a photo in front of the engineering building…
… but NDHQ and OC Transpo were the two big other things I paid attention to while I was at school in Ottawa. In fact, I got that fancy blue suit in the basement of the defence building.
:: blush ::
Likewise. Every now and then I read something you’ve written and think, “Damn. Not only is she a babe, but she has a mind/passion/can write as well! Curse this matter of borders and distance!”