In broad daylight, I flirted with a man.
Having departed the office this sunny afternoon, I was driving into the city to meet a couple of girlfriends for a cocktail or two and a funny movie. Shedding the multitude of office stresses, and free from my parenting responsibilities for the evening, I was in high spirits.
I was stuck in traffic when a handsome stranger caught my eye. He nodded confidently, and gave me a small wave, then his eyes darted away. He glanced back, his dark eyes shooting me a brief but penetrating gaze. Intrigued, I permitted myself a half-smile, and a fleeting glimpse, before looking away, blushing.
Traffic recommenced, but we soon found ourselves caught side-by-side at a set of traffic lights.
Growing in confidence, and keen to re-establish my romantic prowess following my recent re-acquaintance with single-dom, I took decisive action.
Reaching into my handbag, and taking hold of my lipstick, I fixed my eyes on the object of my flirtation and arched an eyebrow cheekily. Boldly, provocatively, I applied the lipstick in the sort of gestures reserved solely for Angelina Jolie and porn stars.
The man in the next car smiled at me, glanced away, then glanced back. When his eyes returned to me, his jaw-dropped. Growing in confidence at my evident impact, I held his gaze, enjoying his exaggerated reaction to my incontestable cuteness. I smiled sweetly as he began laughing at my brazen antics.
Then I realised it wasn’t a lipsick in my hand, it was a tampon.
(*cringe* much?!)
