Got chatted up, at work, by a customer. A guy who had to be pushing 80. Oh well, mustn't be picky. His hearing aid wasn't really working so we conducted our little flirt half-shouting, to the amusement of other customers.
Now I'm gearing up to go play volleyball with the lads. The other two girls who normally play are away, so I will be the only one balancing up all that testosterone-fuelled, here's-for-all-the-frustrations-of-the-week, Friday night male aggression.
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