flirting

I should point out from the get-go that I’m happily married. I adore my husband, and he adores me. It’s wonderful to be married to someone who absolutely gets you, and who accepts all of your faults and celebrates your good attributes. There’s nobody else I would rather be with.

But still, the ego likes to be stroked. The other day, I went across the street to the grocery store in my pajamas (with a coat on over) and no makeup whatsoever. The early-20s cashier flirted like mad with me while I was checking out. Fun, put a little kick in my day, but I quickly forgot about it. Can’t even remember what he looked like. But still, it’s nice to be noticed.