A Flirt I Am Not

Tonight I flirted with a guy in the apartment complex clubhouse. He's probably 10-15 years younger than me, and most likely gay*, but he always flirts with me, so I flirt back.
It was a good, healthy flirting session.
And then I realized my zipper was ALL.THE.WAY.DOWN. the entire time.
Go me.


*based upon the fact that he flirts, but does not check girls out, and he was watching a Kathy Griffin special on Bravo, sang along to Glee, and wears skinny jeans.