I met a friendly face while I was waiting to fill my tires at the gas station today. He had great big honest looking eyes. I'm a pushover for brown hair and big blue eyes. I already know that that's what I have, so don't give me the freudian analysis on that, OK?
He made eye contact for a while and then asked me what I was "after" instead of saying "how are you". I recognized the unmistakable signs of flirting, and my knee-jerk response is usually to cut the guy off right there.
BUT I recently made a resolution to learn how to react to flirting (like something other than a married woman - cause I'm not anymore). So, I flirted back for the first time in ten years. Turns out I was rewarded by getting a heartstopper smile back.
I doubt I'll ever see that particular heartbreaker again, but it's a start in the right direction, I think.
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