I don’t know what has happened to me. Maybe it’s because I’ve been living like a hermit for several years now, in the constant company only of those already known to me, that I don’t know how to interact with other people. Male people, to be exact.
This afternoon, I found myself in the company of men, some of whom I’m merely acquainted with and some of whom I’ve just met. I then found myself suddenly so self-conscious of the things I say and how it might look to other people. This only happens when I am or will be flirting.
I suppose it doesn’t help that I kinda like one of them. Obviously, given my status in life, I shouldn’t be caught dead admitting that. (Fortunately, the hubby is not here yet.) But darn it, I couldn’t help myself now, can I? I mean, after all, he was also friendly, although not in a flirty way. It’s just me, probably taking advantage of his attentions.
At the end of our conversation, I couldn’t help but wonder what my staff thought of me, whether she thought I was some sort of hoe. She was there the whole time I was talking to this guy, no doubt listening to every word. I wouldn’t put it past her if she told the other officemates about it.
But like I said, I couldn’t have possibly helped it, right? 
He said/She said