Not Flirting (was Re: The Season Two Wishlist)

[MadGastronomer]

Why do I begin to feel as if my key lime pies ought to have cloves?

::passes KLPs to CapeCorey and Nebula::

[CapeCorey]

Why do I begin to feel as if my key lime pies ought to have cloves?

::passes KLPs to CapeCorey and Nebula::

For occasional access to Key Lime I'd demonstrate my famous improbable neckrub, AKA "you only need two working fingers to give a decent pressure point massage." But clove, no matter how flirty, might clash w/the taste.

[VCorvidae]

But who on these boards is not "the right person?" 

I mean, I don't think I've been overly flirtatious anywhere on the site yet, and having now placed that caveat in this thread...  I'm just waiting for a hat to drop.   

Oh, no. I mean in person. If you're doing this with the other person right there, it had better be the right person. (And by that I mean, someone who's willing to play the game.)

I think everyone here is the right person, though. Or we wouldn't be here. If that makes any sense.

[nebula]

Why do I begin to feel as if my key lime pies ought to have cloves?

::passes KLPs to CapeCorey and Nebula::

:nibbles KLP. Pauses to remove crumbs from cleavage. Licks fingers:

[CapeCorey]

(Eek!)

[MadGastronomer]

For occasional access to Key Lime I'd demonstrate my famous improbable neckrub, AKA "you only need two working fingers to give a decent pressure point massage." But clove, no matter how flirty, might clash w/the taste.

Oh, I'd tape the clove to the lid.  It's only a token clove, really.
*sigh*  For a good neckrub, I will do almost anything.  One of the guys at work last night squeezed my shoulder in passing, discovered the usual state of my neck and shoulders, and proceeded to give me a brief neckrub.  "They're like cement!"  he exclaimed.  (I realize this may sound like he was being creepy and all touchy.  This is not the case, and the brief shoulder rub was well-appreciated.)

:nibbles KLP. Pauses to remove crumbs from cleavage. Licks fingers:

::wibble::

[Edmund Schweppe]

:: appears to ignore all the Not-Watching of the Not-Flirting ::
:: offers brownie to TxAnne ::

Oh, and did I mention the chocolate chips baked-in as part of the recipe?

:: observes that, once again, all SU forum threads turn to food ::

[Edmund Schweppe]

He lures himself into range?
And brings chocolate?
:: swoons in admiration ::

OMG.
::joins CapeCorey in the swooning-in-admiration group::

*grin*

[Edmund Schweppe]

So, are there enough brownies to share, she asks innocently?

That depends on how much of an appetite those of us Not Flirting have. (As compared to those Not Watching the Not Flirting.)

But I can always make more.

[glinda_w]

::asks for a Key Lime pie, in any container at all::

::offers chocolate zucchini cake to anyone who wants it:: (sounds weird, but is quite tasty. Zucchini, powdered chocolate, a bit of cinnamon and clove (oh dear, back to cloves again?  ), and chocolate chips sprinkled over the top::

For a good neckrub, I will do almost anything.  One of the guys at work last night squeezed my shoulder in passing, discovered the usual state of my neck and shoulders, and proceeded to give me a brief neckrub. ]

*envy*

My neck and shoulders are always rock hard. And I'm usually in "do not even think of touching me" mode (one of the less nice effects of the fibro, apparently). Virtual neckrubs gladly accepted, though.

[CapeCorey]

I have serious cleavage, but never figured out how to use it...

It's all in the attitude. In my mobile days, I got taken for male so often (6 foot, deep contralto/tenor, strider, wore old fashioned suits) that the, er, oversized cues to the contrary being overlooked was a given.

Which had it's advantages...but I never did learn how to induce a wibble.

:: envy ::

(Studiously not-watches the brownies!)

Neckrubbees, come sit on the oversized hospital bed and let the mystic cripple work her evil ways... cake/pie welcome.

[VCorvidae]

I have serious cleavage, but never figured out how to use it...

It's all in the attitude. In my mobile days, I got taken for male so often (6 foot, deep contralto/tenor, strider, wore old fashioned suits) that the, er, oversized cues to the contrary being overlooked was a given.

Which had it's advantages...but I never did learn how to induce a wibble.

Corsets. I've induced many a wibble while corseted. And stopped one conversation cold. (I did a goth schoolgirl outfit for a con. NO ONE was expecting that one!)

[CapeCorey]

Corsets and working the androgyne/butch angle simultaneously or even alternately was beyond my skill level back then! These days I'm on the earth mother/mystic cripple 5.2 climb -- lacy nightgowns & flannel sheets are de rigeur. Simple, if specialized.

But I'm always an appreciative audience of those more talented!

[AndrewJ]

I have serious cleavage, but never figured out how to use it...

It's all in the attitude. In my mobile days, I got taken for male so often (6 foot, deep contralto/tenor, strider, wore old fashioned suits) that the, er, oversized cues to the contrary being overlooked was a given.

Which had it's advantages...but I never did learn how to induce a wibble.

Corsets. I've induced many a wibble while corseted. And stopped one conversation cold. (I did a goth schoolgirl outfit for a con. NO ONE was expecting that one!)

Ah, corsets and bodices and bustiers, oh my! On the one hand, they make the ol' hypothalamus sit up and take notice. On the other, they also make me think of Tom Smith's song, "Death By Wubbie". So, mixed signals there. 

[txanne]

::looks up from laptop, which is making it easier to pretend to not watch the Not Watchers::

::wonders quis non custodiet ipsos qui non custodiunt::

::frightens herself::

::gladly accepts a brownie, but only on a medicinal basis, you know::