Yesterday, the Rocket Scientist and I were discussing the evening we had gone to dinner with the Resident Shrink and her friend from the East Coast. The evening when I had the "Corpse Reviver" at the British Banker's Club, and... yeah.
"You were really flirting with Max," The Rocket Scientist said, amusedly.
"Me? I never flirt. And people never flirt with me."
"Of course you were flirting. And he was flirting right back. It was really cute."*
I am not flirtatious. I am not "cute." Not even remotely.
I am dark. And mysterious. And pissed-off.
*He later observed that, given how much I had had to drink, I may not be the best judge of my own behavior. I remember everything that happened, and I am pretty sure I was NOT flirting.