Who's Flirting With Whom

Who’s Flirting With Whom A dangerous game this flirting. Removing the breastplate lowering the defenses playing the jester. Approaching the fully armed, seeking a weakness in their defenses toying with rebuke, rejection stumbling over words. “Is that your dog?” “Does he want ketchup with my calf?” “No, but he is partial to fries.” She gave me her number, offered to pay any medical bills. I gave her my number, offered to take her out for fries. The dog snarled and gave me that back off buddy look. The ER nurse said that I had very nice legs the scarring would be minimal. She intimated that the grey at my temples accentuated the flecks of gold in my eyes. I blushed. She gave me her number. John G. Lawless 7/13/2015