Posted by Tinamarie Bernard on Dec 20, 2010 in Private Confessions
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I flirt. I flirt with strangers and with friends, with men who aren’t my husband, and sometimes, depending on my mood, with women I may know. You’ll know I’m flirting, unapologetically, because of the twinkle in my eye, the sound of laughter in your ears, and if I’m any good at it, because of how you feel afterwards. Call it something that I, an ardent fan of the flirt, never outgrew from my tot days.
Babies are born natural flirts, socially...