I had a waiter wink at me. He was cute, and at least 5-7 years younger than me. The Ghost Martha on my shoulder said, Offensive! You did not give that male permission to flirt. The Mormon inside me said, Women of faith do not boast sexual appeal! Those voices told me I should feel like this:
But how I actually felt was like this:
I have borne four children and I still got it, yo!