OK - the rules for cruising are the same for heterosexual flirting, excpt way more intense.
DO - Make eye contact, look away, look back. Did you catch his eye? Is he looking away and then looking back? If so you are on your way!
DON'T - Stare. Its amazing how many guys will look so pointedly at another male, and then wonder why the guy takes off in the other direction. STARING at someone (I mean drilling into them with your eyes) is non-vocal way of signalling "attack is pending". Its also natures way of saying "
keep away from me".
DO - Give the guy some space. If he's into you, he'll send some signals like looking toward a booth, give you a smile (or a smirk) or rub his crotch.
DON'T - Stalk him. Again, its amazing how many guys confuse a glance with an invitation to follow me every time I move six inches. Take the hint, back off.
DO - Know the layout. What booths have glory holes or can fit two. Try and lead him (or follow him) to that area and be cool about it.
DON'T - turn into a book store troll. No one likes a guy that hunkers down in the best booth for so long that he becomes a nuisance.
DO - beware of regulars and be nice to them.
DON'T - Become one of them.
DO - Take the hint - avoidence means NO, and NO means LEAVE ME ALONE.
DON'T - Run him out of the bookstore. Just because you aren't the one he's looking for doesn't mean you get to ruin his fun.
DO - Be polite. If you make it to a hook up and you decide that this isn't what you thought he would be, be nice, say you need to get some air, and when you exit, be nice to him.
DON'T Stand around and talk about him if it doesn't work out. This is down right rude, don't do it.
DO - Thank him when its over. If he wants more after the meeting great, if not, don't stalk him in the mall the next time you see him and wife in Sears.
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Originally Posted by hairybidude
Does anyone know how I can tell who's looking to get their cock sucked when I'm in the Anmoor bookstore?
I go into a booth drop a bunch of tokens and kinda wait to see if anyone
is standing outside my door.
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