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A few weeks ago I met up with a friend for a few after work drinks in Soho. She is single by choice, despite the constant attention she receives. She is one of the most outgoing people I know, living life without fear of what other people think.
As I sipped an espresso martini, she and I talked with live music playing in the background, when a group of guys sat on the sofa next to us. As groups of guys go, they were all very good looking. In such situations, I keep myself to myself and don’t make the first move, even when I'm drunk. My friend is the opposite: unafraid to make eye contact, thinking ahead to find an excuse to talk to them. She is a flirt; and a very good one!
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True to form, my friend found a way to talk to the guys and managed to get one of them to dance with me. Needless to say, it was great! What woman doesn't like to be spun around a dance floor by a good looking man, who smelled amazing, and is strong enough to pick you up? I slightly swooned.
How did it end? He left with his friends, with only an awkward goodbye. I didn't even ask him his name and he didn't ask for mine. This is always somewhat of a surprise – my unwillingness to take chances, make my own luck and also my fear of rejection.
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I'm due to see my friend again this coming week. It's an opportunity to consider a different perspective.