It's been so long since a woman draped herself over a man I was with. And to think, I was the one who waved her over to join us. "Oh well," I thought as she turned her back on me to gaze at her desired object, "might as well observe and maybe enjoy this."
I readily admit that I live in a political bubble, but now I have to consider whether I have totally left the flirtation bubble behind. Without doing it on purpose. Just slipped away.
Is this another part of life relegated to the past? A lost talent like when I could play a decent game of tennis?
No, I don't think I'm through with this yet. We'll just have to wait and see.
Really! whassup?
ReplyDeleteYou . . . not flirting? Joan, it's in your DNA.
ReplyDeleteFrom where I stand, Joan, you haven't lost your edge. The lady must have realized her only available tool was to swallow the guy whole.
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