Flirt your way to a good day

For a long time now, longer than i care to truthfully tell you, I’ve been living the single gals life.

I was the girl who jumped straight into a career after uni and thrived on being a workaholic. I let my career define me and mould me to the point I didn’t know who I was with out it!

So now Im with out a job I’ve begun to sit back and have a look at my life and… it’s very beige!

Im at thst age where I get asked quite a lot, so Sarah have you thought about settling down? what about babies, how many would you like? and the one that never gets tired, why are you still single?

That’s a good question why am I still single?

Since I now have all the time in the world to think about it, I may as well give it a crack in trying to answer it.

I’ve developed what you could called a prickly disposition about my self, I met people, get to know a bit about them but, I don’t do the same in return. I thought I was playing hard to get, but really I was turning into an uppity bitch with a poll jammed so far up my arse I thought my shit didn’t stink.

Oh but what a smelly mess I was making for my self.

My act grew tiresome and my stick was replaced with a flashing neon light across my forehead screaming FUCK OFF!

OUCH!

I needed a break, a break from myself, and the best place I knew where to do that was come back to the source of where my workaholic monster was born, Melbourne!

On my first visit into the city last Friday , I had an interesting encounter with a shop assistant we’ll call surfer boy.

I was shopping up a storm in one of my favourite stretch of  retail stores, Burke Street Mall.

I walked into the store and was browsing around when surfer boy approached me and asked me if I needed any help?

My natural instincts kicked in, No I said, just looking i replied, hoping he would go away, but he didn’t.

He then asked me why I wasn’t at work on a Friday?

Oh wow I thought to myself, he thinks I have a job, that Im currently employed and that I work in Melbourne. It was the best thing I’ve heard since i lost my job.

What the hell I thought, you’re in a new city, he doesn’t know you’ve just been fired lets get to know one another.

So I started flirting with him and he started flirting with me. Tall, tanned, with sandy blond and big brown eyes surfer boy kept firing questions while at the same time corning me into a quite area of the shop. I knew what he was doing but I had no objections, I was giving back just as good as he gave.

After a good 15-20 minutes he was called away to another sale and I eventually moved onto another shop.

I never got his name, but it doesn’t matter.

I forgot how lovely it was to flirt with a stranger and for once it wasn’t all about me.

I can happily say after Friday’s chance encounter the neon lights on my forehead no longer flash FUCK OFF!

No, it say something much nicer now…

“Hi, my name is Sarah” should bring a welcome change.