Little Lawyer and I spent an hour on the phone last night chatting, laughing, ostensibly working. He’s an FB “friend” so he must know I’m old enough to be his grandmother – literally, if I’d started at the age that most people breed in these parts. Nevertheless what we do on the phone can only be classified as flirting. If I were even ten years younger, I would seriously consider Mrs. Robinsoning him. But I think a woman of almost sixty does not think about getting it on with a man of not quite thirty, no matter how intense the mental attraction. Or maybe this is just the way people in their late twenties interact these days and he's not flirting at all.