I’m not exactly sure how this popular crowd does things in regards to flirting, but that was fun. Mindy keeps her arm around my shoulders, even as she talks to another guy who looks like he’s had too many beers and too much sun this Spring Break. When he leaves, she turns to me. “So, are you totally free from wherever it is you came from?” “Huh?” I ask. Although I’ve turned down the beers that have been offered to me, I kind of wish I was drunk right now, that way all of my stupid questions would at least be justified. “Free from guys,” she says, giving me a sultry look. “There’s not some long term boyfriend back at home thinking you’re waiting for him or anything?” I laugh. “Nope. Definitely not.” “Excellent! Let’s find you a man. As my girls can confirm,” she says, gesturing to the two other M’s, “I am an excellent match maker.”
