Hello. Yesterday I was a brazen hussy, I had a little flirt. I thought I had forgotten how to do that, but no, it all came back to me in an instant.
I couldn't stop myself, I don't know where it came from. These are not my lips by the way. A man walking his dog who I see from time to time, we often have a little chat, has grown a beard to keep the wind off his face for the winter. He's a nice chap anyway, but with full facial he is even better looking.
We had a bit of banter, he is a friendly sort, and I complimented him on his new winter whiskers, and then it happened, I flirted. Can't tell you what I said, but we both laughed. I shocked myself as soon as it came out of my mouth, the old lorry driver in me came to the surface. Thank goodness he took it in the jovial way I meant it. With all the hoohaa about inappropriate innuendo's flying around and people getting all hot under the collar about being propositioned, I wondered if I had over stepped the mark. Hopefully not, I expect I shall find out the next time I see him. If he walks straight by me and ignores me, I'll know he was offended. If he stops to chat I will know he took it in the light hearted way I meant it. Mind you, there's no denying, he is drop dead gorgeous, ha ha.
I've always enjoyed a bit of flirting, never been backwards at coming forwards when I have been in the company of fanciable men. In fact I have always preferred to choose my men, rather than wait for someone to choose me.
We have to be careful now though, how sad that chatting people up is no longer acceptable. Hasn't it been the case ever since the year dot that if you took a liking to someone you let them know, just in case you might stand a chance of getting a date. So what happens now? No more flirting. How sad.
Thanks for popping in, we'll catch up soon.