Expert advice from one in the know
I must have been 27 when I met *Ben while vacationing on Martha’s Vineyard. He was British, intelligent and very droll (God, I love that word). We spent a good three hours talking and drinking at the Sand Bar before going our separate ways. He noticed me not because I was wearing a tiny, island-friendly bikini — I was fully clothed, thank you very much — but because I seemed like the the life of the party. I chatted non-stop, refused to stop smiling and chatted up everyone that crossed my path. more…
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