“Hel-loo, Donna Wallace,” words spoken in a slow baritone, so warm I don’t want to delete the voice mail. Ever. “You look fantastic… as always,” rolls off the tongue of another of my charming male friends. [Insert a raised shoulder, a downward tilt of the chin, a smile and a blush.] Is he a player, or might he actually mean it? I am slow to believe, really slow. But, I have such good friends—trustworthy and kind. Thoughtful and safe. I […]
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