After a Saturday night dinner accompanied by free-flowing wine and generous laughter, a female friend I’ve known for quite a few years leaned over and confessed – she’d been harboring a girl crush. On me! I giggled and if I were a blusher, I probably would have done so right then. She then proceeded to recount the day we first met and what I was wearing. More nervous snickering. And then more wine. [click to continue…]
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