too old for flirting
dig up the old wedding ring
no more summer games
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too old for flirting
dig up the old wedding ring
no more summer games
Enjoying Life In New Ways
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Hmm. I wear the wedding rings I had to buy for myself, long after the divorce. Not that I’m still cute enough to flirt, or be flirted with, but every so often somebody desperate is shopping for groceries on the same day I’m at the store….
Flirtation is just friendliness with a slight edge to it… I think that as we age along, attraction becomes more about personality rather than hormonal…
Thank goodness!!!