Monday! So we meet again!
As a kid, I never knew anyone else named Jill. Except of course the infamous Jill who tumbled down the hill after Jack. But she wore a bonnet — not so much my speed.
I’m a terrible flirt. Really, I am. I’ve got precisely one weapon in my flirting arsenal: a signature arm hitting move. All my friends know “the move” because it’s the only move I’ve got. But lately, I’ve found a new form of flirting and I’ve been doing it up big time.