February 15, 2007
She wakes up and checks her emails while the coffee is brewing. Among the litter the spam filter has missed, there’s an affectionate message from her ex-husband and one from a former co-worker who has always been on the flirty side with her, though nothing beyond that. It can be enjoyable to flex those flirting muscles, and if you don’t, they’re in danger of atrophying, like any other muscle. She saves these to read, looking through the rest of the list, which is all mundane. Typical, she thinks. I hear from those guys, but not the one I really want.