{{S&S}} I hope she's home soon, Sean!
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike's Bitches 35: We Got a History
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I hate waking up in bed alone.
Oh, Sean. All my love to you and S.
Lots of ~ma for S and Sean.
Oh Sean. I hope she's home soon. And I hope you find the mailbox key!
Lots of ~ma for S and Sean.
Aw, Sean. I'm sorry. much ~ma to you both.
{{{S and Sean}}} Lots of ~ma for you both, and I hope the key turns up soon.
((( S and Sean)))
A guy who works in another building came through here and had this piece of paper with a certificate on it and asked me to "autograph" it. "So I can say I knew you when you were behind the desk" or something like that. It was weird, I wasn't sure how to react, but I ended up signing it.
I couldn't remember his name so I asked my co workers (and supervisor) who said he was flirting with me. Maybe it was flirting and I should have realized it, but it was just weird.
I'm with your coworkers. But I'm a firm believer that people should wave little flags saying "I am flirting with you" when they do that so as to clue the clueless (like me!) who might want to flirt back.