What Are You Supposed To Say Between “Hi” And “Wanna Fuck?”
Being the wonderful friend and wingwoman that she is, my friend Barbie has generously offered to go to lunch with me tomorrow at the secret mecca of men, the hamburger joint I wrote about in this Triad post.
With Barbie at my side instead of a married/male coworker, I have no excuse not to hit on one of the many young hot guys I saw at this particular restaurant. Now that that reality has set in, I’ve developed a case of the oh shits. I don’t remember how to flirt. Actually, I’m not sure I was ever that good at flirting.
