Spring Fling
Last week, one of my friends took me to dinner to celebrate my birthday.
Right next to us was sitting a charming group of men. One of them—I am married, but I still have eyes—caught my attention.
It was one of those long, endless days of spring, when women wear light dresses and men have just gotten a fresh haircut. The light was warm and made people look sexy. The restaurant was lively, the food was colorful and fresh, and the atmosphere made you grateful to be alive. There was a natural spark in the air.
My friend and I effortlessly started sharing cheese with our neighbors, eating off each other’s plates, and commenting about the wine. All that in great part because my dinner companion is a very nice guy…
But also because I am a flirt.
Wait. Am I a flirt?