There were a lot of women working where I used to work, all married, kids, and with all the stresses and strains, crow's feet round the eyes, and all that.
They used to flirt a lot with me when I was in that office, and I so wished I could take out my phone, show them a photo or two I took of my favourite girl and say, 'Look at this, last night she shagged me nine ways from Wednesday, tied my hands above my head, sucked me off in her mouth then dribbled it down her tits and snowballed me.....and you want to flirt?'
The flirting wound me up, but I used to smile inside.