SEX FILES: Rekindling the lost art of flirting
Last week, I spent seven fun-filled days in Berlin, Germany, drinking wine, chowing down on currywurst, and soaking up everything the city has to offer. On my final afternoon, I was wandering around the graffitied streets of Kreuzberg, when I came across an adorable cocktail bar. I went inside, ordered a drink and grabbed a seat at the bar across from a ruggedly handsome bartender. For the next hour, we laughed and shared stories, only breaking eye contact when he had to attend to urgent work-related tasks. Had it not been for our conversation which veered from sex writing to hallucinogens, I could have sworn I was in an International Coffees commercial from the 1980’s. When I finished my cocktail, I left the bar buzzed with a smile on my face and a little extra pep in my step.
