Again it is time for more fun and hugs. I have been told in no uncertain terms that I am a Natural Flirt. Who me ?
Out of the blue a couple of days ago I received an email from a young Lady whose husband told her that our conversations were over the top and that we had to tone it down. Thinking that the Lady was in trouble I wrote back taking full responsibility for what took place between us. Expecting to hear no more from her I resumed blogging. My notifier rang and a reply had arrived. Uh oh. I thought !!
Cutting the email short, it transpires that she thinks that I am a Natural Flirt, she enjoys talking to me as we both give as good as we get. That she is a flirt, married for years and it spices up her life. I admitted to her that I enjoy the fun that we have and that she was not alone as I like to play with anyone.
I really haven’t a clue what flirting means except it may mean that conversations move beyond the bounds of blogging politeness and decorum. Away from …….I like your post …….. thank you for liking me ……….. you are now my best friend ……….. I will follow you for ever.
Most of you know me by now and you know that I am not like that. I try to add a little more, pick up on any innuendo, but at least I have not stepped over any boundaries. Should I ?? Would you risque commenting ? Would it spice up your life ? Or shall I answer and comment as I have done in the past ?
Oh well, that’s my followers reduced to zero by husbands unfollowing me !! I will just flirt with myself then .
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