There is a night concierge at one of the condos I deliver to. He sees my car coming up to the front of the building on his monitor, and he rushes up from his desk to open the door for me. He is always friendly, smiling, joking, flirting. He pays me little empty compliments, commenting on my t-shirt with the deer on it, how I always have a smile, how my eyes sparkle in the moonlight, how lovely my hair looks, how he likes it long. But, when my mother died, he made a point of expressing his condolences (I gather my co-worker told him why he had to deal with her instead of me, the smiling one, for a few nights).
I look forward to this bright spot in a dark night of working alone. His routine is what makes me smile when I get to that part of my route.
On Friday, I had my hair done. It is much shorter, a little different shade.
He didn't notice!
A flirt should pay attention to their flirting comments, don't you think?